The colored air that we breathe
Ricochets from the waves
Of a stained glass sea.
And I know that the ceiling is only concrete,
But I feel it elevate me,
Almost making me believe.
I want so badly to only believe
In something other than
This external beauty.
So, if I believe in you
Will you believe in me?
And we can balance on each others’ backs
And find a way back to our feet.
‘Cause I’ve been lying low so long
And I envy every tree
That feels the light and reaches up
Toward something I can’t see.
I’m grounded here beside all of
The sinners and the shrubbery
And as lofty as my intentions may be,
I don’t feel any puppet strings
Pulling up my angel wings.
But if I believe in you,
And you believe in me,
It won’t matter who is watching
Or waiting for the day we leave.
We can live until our lives expire
And have the envy of every tree.
For we can dance and laugh and sing
And run until we feel free.
We can inhale the colored air
And taste every moment as we breathe.
And we can drift together in a stained glass sea.

(Photography by Callie Huber)