Where the Wind Takes Us

Let us go where the wind takes us
Like folklore fed to an anagram of time
We will forget places raining rainbows
Within our skin
Spring tides blooming flowers at our midnights
We shall tuck sunlight behind our ears
Sleep offered to gyrations of shadows
Lost cities on ocean beds call our names
Our legs will retreat to escaping angles
Of brazen clouds outside windows of skies
Emptiness is the seclusion we fled from
Watching ballads of swaying palms
In the mirage of an oasis
Pixels of constellations spread an unfolded atlas
We walk holding dream-splashed paintings
On a lone canvas merging with each other