Houses - Smoke Signals

The birds
Are struggling
to prepare
For this weak
and tumbling air
I dreamt
I found your body
And love
It fills the space
for us
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep
in different places
The birds
Are struggling
to prepare
For this weak
and tumbling air
I dreamt
I found your body
And love
It fills the space
for us
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep
in different places