Wearing the World of Begonia

We went to the base of a mountain
clung to the heart of a tree,
We looked in the windows for answers
we dined in a shape
of the sea.

We were found in the past
and the future,
lost in the wanting forever...
we danced in the now
and the nevertheless
beloved in folds of the feather.

Wearing the world of begonia
wearing the heart on the sleeve
we signalled the warnings
we rallied the grace
with justice and peace, our reprieve.

Now take a look up
and take a look down
look sideways
and round ways
and square,
for I will not leave
in my hurry up hats
for your hearts have
grown legs on the stair.

For your hearts in the flares
of our everywhere stairs
take us up, take us down
and around,
And through morning to night
in that in-between light
we are lost,
we are searching
and found.