And with new eyes, comes my sister city
People as houses, and yours all too pretty
I’m alive when inside you, your arches and your frames
Your windows– enchanting,
Your warmth– my refrain.
When my own place, too stand still
I grow weakened in knees,
But your face helps me wake up
I find new working bees
And my skin starts to grow up
Your touch strong, as your word
You are free in my kingdom
And I’m untied inside yours.
