Dew Hushing

When the sun comes up and you
listen really close, noone’s knowing
the earth’s heart beating.
And just when the light comes over
the dirt, if you put your ear to the sky
hold your breath,
and hush the morning dew on your face
you can hear
the sound of the earth’s heart breaking.
A second or so and then
the birds.
Cacophony and chaos in the streets
and a thousand hands are clapping
and a two thousands eyes are
watching and they hush the breaking
of their own hearts
with the roar they
heard with their eyes.

At the end of the day
and the sun’s falling just so
there’s a soft light that colors everything
in sepia and nostalgia.
No one’s knowing then that
the earth’s heart is being patched
with prayers and dreams
and lovemaking
whispers and salt from the eyes
of the people who
held their breath and
hushed the dew.