Skylight

There is a crack in the sky

where the light shines throught

it's not yours

it's definitely not mine

but we'd share the shine

because of your cracks

and mine.

There is a hole in the ground

a window

or maybe just a widow of dirt;

there is a hole

in our bodies

revealing the underground

and the dirt

from the underneath.

There is a beacon of time

where wishes come to light

where you can hear the biggest earrings tingle

where life just keeps on living on and on and on and on.

There is a tree which roots are hugs

isn't it nice?

to think about an oak just hugging you a lot?

even if you can't find a body?

What's beneath shall arise

polilaterally

because too much time in darkness

make those fragile limbs

feel light coming from everywhere.

It's cool if you're a Kardashian though

but where I come from

it's not the coin that shines the brightest

it's the wit filled empathy

the strength of will and love

it's not the ripped body

nor the wicked fake smile

where I am it is the fertility in our tears

the hugging oak

and the biggest and childish laughter

that cracked once the sky.