Inspired by Compagnie Hervé Koubi

Wait until it scorches your face,
a thought echoing in between your flowering ribs.
You stand there confused and wish to harbor
the waves that are crashing inside of your head.

Let your mind ponder against these barren skies,
which were once beautiful and dreamy,
now full of empty stars.
Your under eyes are sore; mine are too.
The pain will disappear sooner or later.

The people who corner you in your mind,
drill in the annoyance of what life is,
nowhere to go,
nothing to climb on.

Life isn't as barren as taught.
Life will prove you wrong by letting nature blossom in your soul.
There are blooming daffodils and forget-me-nots in the cracks of the asphalt.
It’s overgrowth surprises you, It welcomes you,
into a new kind of beauty.

Do you remember what the winds whispered to you
when your feet dug into the peach sand
where did the ocean come to meet you?
Remember the soft runs in your blood?
You feel it? I do too.

Until the day we are beautiful again,
wait with your ancestors in the valleys below.
They will tell you the secrets of your blood,
for which you still need to meet.

Until the day we are beautiful again,
try to keep your beautiful mind open.
Leave the key under the doormat.
It needs to enter quietly.

I hope when the day comes,
when we are beautiful,
You won't wait by the unpredicting shores,
Which stole your innocence and flooded it with confusion,
But, you will wait for us and understand the world around you.

Until we are beautiful again.