I want to share this language of poetry with you
To use few words with rich meanings, to live honestly through metaphor
To tell you that “a golden flower has blue hues”
And you know I mean to express how a woman with material fortune carries a personal sadness
Ah! But to think you never listen to music, or dance!
Am I delusional, imagining that you’ll join me in a rhyme?
Don’t you want to feel the ocean’s hard wind push against your whole body?
I could stand at the edge with you and let the tide teach us
That we’re not as big as we think
And our problems are a dream no one ever remembers