If I’d felt the sand between my toes
If I’d dashed the waves and their rumbled swells
If I’d learned to swim in your sea of pain
Would I then be lithe in your drops of rain?
If you’d hidden words under blades of grass
If you’d given yourself more than half a chance
If you’d tried to beseech your decadent gains
Would you then be lithe in my drops of rain?
Then we’d arc and we’d spiral in bending dance -
We’d know how to laugh in a deafening trance -
We’d bury regret in the purple haze -
And we’d learn to be lithe in our drops of rain.
-kyuuri
