Zacharai

I fly on the wings if your smile. I swim in the tears of happiness that are held captive by the walls of hate. After devouring the ignorance in the mortar of church walls, I sleep with the dreams of the future and the memories of the past. When I clap rainbows are formed somewhere far away, where the sky is more blue than the deepest oceans. Keep an eye peeled like the oranges your mother served you as a child and I promise you'll see me.

Finding inspiration in everything; the way the wind sounds against power lines, the hissing of screen doors, crackling of an old woman's skin when she smiles, the smell of freshly cut chamomile, tasting salt on the skin of the person I love, feeling the prickly softness of a kiwi's skin.