Wild Window

Were not quite a wild window

Opened to the aching hot sun

Where the heat warms our eyelids

And our skins melt into oneWere quite not a raging winter

Theres no snow where I come from

The stars pan over our foreheads

And our palms are wet and numbNo, you have not ruined me (yet!)

No, you have not ruined me (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)We might be struck by some notion

That each crossing paths a new start

But it takes more than this moment

For us to find out what we areIts true; were not a wild window

And we might never be one

But were not just empty matter

Floating across the unknownNo, you have not ruined me (yet!)

No you have not ruined me (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)

Despite your best efforts (yet!)