after all we are just children

and we love to swim through
others

sometimes we drown
& all there's left
is the silence that we shyly wear like
a canvas

sometimes we fly like dolphins & then
time stops for a quarter of a moon
and rests on our shoulders

someday we'll stop swimming/ we'll be old men then
without the earthly joy of/ falling

we'll spend our days remembering/ and time will
boldly keep flowing/ without ever
stopping