On the third planet from a different sun,

people don’t speak a word. Instead,

hearts are opened by just a glance,

and sadness is merely a speculation.

 

I see this place in dreams that

come on those restless nights when

love alludes me and words fail

to convey their message of hope.

 

And sometimes when I wake up I

can’t immediately remember which

world is this one until you ask me

why I’m quiet.