[ Featuring Trevor Hall ]
There are millions of mothers
That live inside my chest.
I speak to them in quiet moments
Under night skies
And in my dreams.
We are the keepers of a forest full of hearts.
The tenders of its fertile soil
The readers of its leaves
The guardians of its wild territory.
Sometimes,
We dance together
Drunk on the perfume of
A thousand blossoms of love.
Sometimes,
We rub honey on our ribs,
Broken from a thousand lifetimes
Of heartbreak.
Sometimes
We rest
And forget the weight we carry,
Just for a moment.
I meet these mothers in secret
But they teach me everything i know.
// mothers
