a breeze

Once

when we spoke silently

we held our breaths

Because it stormed outside

We lit a candle

and eventually fell asleep.

In our dreams

The tides would rise

The water spilling over the walls

and the earth would split open.

Now we have woken up

and we rattle and shake.

Yet we have each other

and our hopes and dreams remain

unwritten and unsung.

Hanging in the air

like dandelion fluff waiting to catch

a breeze.