fishes
I want to be a voiceto be the voice of the fishI say bubble, you say bubbleI want to be the air
I want to be the airto be separated from the trawl netfor having your eyesI want to be god
I want to see youto get strength from your eyeswhat shall I do? I can’tif you’re not there I’d die
I want you to be againamong all my songsmy whole romance to be meaningful again
do you want me to go to the skyto gather the angelsto come and say to youdo you want me to tell to the night’s moonto come and sit on your wayto say to you how I’m feelingto say that I’m dying for you?
I want to be a shellfishand you like pearlin the embrace of my songsyou be the poetic spirit
I want you to come one dayto bring a magic wandto remove the spell of this separation from our moments