tiny feet move along down the castle they built on their own
with the friend no one sees, grab my hand to sea
and beyond –
pave roads with our thoughts turn your map upside down hurry on.
dance your way to the dark, yelling dreams as we run as we fall as we jump.
when we lift, be the bird—be the bird I set free
Fly away.
fly away to the close to the start to the sun where you want, but
with
me.
shattered clocks pageless books that we feed to dust as we leave
break your pig, get it all. fill the hole of the bag of your jeans
cup your hands, keep ‘em closed, I will pour down the world ‘n our souls.
Don’t let go.
the shoes on your feet let them burn ‘n explode there’s no time no
need no fear, no fear – kick ‘em off
Don’t look back.
tiny stories with you, take my hand
down the roads that we saw in our heads
You’re my bird.
because there’s only us and the stories we’ll write, take my hand.
* * *
when light leaves the scene and darkness sets in, hold your breath.
From your eyes I see mine and the beautiful sparks of mischief Come to life.
Lead the way on your knees
I’m right here.
Tiny roads will disperse paintings paths through the house left behind
Little breaths. little clouds on your face that
d i s s o l v e
Silhouette in the sky.
Don’t look back.
Move along.
‘Til we crawl underneath the big shadow that towers beyond
watch your head
Take my hand as we go to the centre of all that’s above
lie with me.
with your head next to mine, look straight up
count to three.
twinkling lights come alive through the branches entangled above
watch them dance through the dark tiny wisps tiny sparks
watch dance.
them
As the world falls asleep, only you but with me, hear their song.
and the sparks of mischief that we hold
tiny stories with you, take my hand.
Maria Jose Burgos is a fourth-year majoring in Journalism and honouring in Economics. “I wrote this poem for my twin brother, with whom I’ve been on countless adventures since before we were born. From searching our parent’s closet to find our Christmas presents to travelling together, he has become my partner in crime and the one person I can forever count on. This poem was a project for a creative writing class with Andrew Titus but turned into something really special for me. I might make it a series in the future as we go on more adventures together.”
