the best people

by shira

They make you mad
Because they’re free
Of fighter jets
And submarines

They’re above us somewhere we can’t see
But never in a war
And walk beneath our footsteps
In another atmosphere
Where lines aren’t blurred
Between life and death
But coexist
Like dead leaves
On trees
Contrasting the younger ones
With dew on them

They’re smiling
Rather brightly
Still holding
What gives that glow
Because they know
It’s in their eyes
Their eyes
Their
Eyes
Are lighter than yours
And darker than mine
Because they’ve made doves touch the sun
Shine, shine
Peaceful illumination
Free of meditation
To take them to a higher level
Since they’ve been there and they’re back
With more natural, steady breathing
And they’ve seen nights so black their bodies overthrow
The shadows
And the wind and night and fireflies
Mix together
To make life

Yes
I want to be one of those
Who touches water
And feels ripples
And one of those
Who sings a song
That infiltrates veins
And makes eyelashes grow
Because you’re overwhelmed, and so shy when you hear it
And can only bat your eyelashes
Now lighter than air
And darker than shadows