Cast a shadow, sweet castaway;
let it sink into soil and let roots become
the shadow’s ribcage.
Tomorrow we will build a raft with
dry dreams and morning-crisp whispers.
When we leave, I won’t forget
the stories you told me.
I won’t forget the time I was sick,
when you placed me on my back
beneath the stars.
We will sail past coasts of old promises.
We will leave behind farfetched hopes.
We will look for something new.
And who knows but we’ll find
we are simply looking for each other.
bird-like banter 