Mother swallows golden sand
Whispers: She's taking back what's hers
Her feet are two split continents
Her heart is the map of the world
Lay with me though my storm, she says
He's a moon to myself
I ask her:
But where does the heart go
When it's taken from the motherland?
Unlike the sky
I'm searching for a safe place
To empty
Mother crashes her body against the shore
Says: Pain is what we carry upon our backs
Love is being silent about the wake
The death of the motherland
Is not a? she says
But in everything we forget
And you're not so privileged
You are a child of fire and water
The strength to be the storm
And to carry it is within you
So storm, she says
And I will carry you?
The body is a continent
But may your heart
Always remain the sea