In your beautiful living palm I saw the sky kingdom.
Where electricity’s voice is spirit owls and star signals.
The castle was the shining visions of ordinary children.
And everywhere their thoughts became wild animals.

In your beautiful living gaze I saw the way of flying.
Beyond terror’s cruel blades who lie and kill.
The hero was a bluejay whose wing shatters cages.
If you listen quietly, he will come and awaken you with a kiss.