All the Wisdom in the World
I think of all the wisdom in the world,
of all the many wide-eyed moons
I've stopped at night to look into,
of all the lies I've ever crooned,
of hummingmoths, and airplane clouds
that pass without a single sound,
of lakes that I will never swim,
and stars that I have counted from
dark seas of grass in my backyard.
He kissed me, softly on the lips.
Who knew... who knew that it could feel like this ?
