Somewhere in Mangroves

Somewhere in mangroves I saw you say,
I want to sail and would you smile for me.

Because the wind is like a smile
And tears are just the ocean.

And stories are just what sleeping children
tell their parents with nightlights.

And parents are just what sleeping children
float across like the ocean.

Somewhere in morning I saw you say,
I want to burn and would you smile for me.

Because the world is like a smile
And everything else is just black and cold.

And one-legged seagulls are just pretending.
They are not children sleeping.

And one-legged seagulls are just pretending
To dream of things like gravity.