Green Meadow Island - Jeniferever

We moved like steady figures detached from the

Shadows that night, when we were princes for a

Little while.

So far away from here, longing for

More, until the light of day.

The night began to end and we seemed to dis-

Appear again.

Only the crowns left.

We’re stuck in similar little spaces in which we

Breathe the morning in, in which we breathe the

Morning in. The cocoons in which we reside

While missing the places we missed.

The grounds

Never kissed.

The night began to end and we seemed to dis-

Appear again.

Only the crowns left of the kingdoms

We’d always rule.