We never walk at sundown.
We could live better on this planet.
You hold your dark eyes
and I hold mine too.
If everyone stays inside their house
and guards their possessions
then we’ll call this planet “Earth”.
You have a forehead made of stone.
I remember the scent of stone.
A solar star burns
mortals go capturing its light,
but we could live better on this planet
so I guess
you’ll have your possessions
and I’ll have mine.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin