Asleep Among Endives

At the edge of world
We strain our ears to hear the galaxy
A gentle breeze, your ankle
Outlines the bellflowers
The palm of my hand, curled in the soil
When it envelopes yours
It’s bittersweet
Asleep among endives
Now, the world too
Closes its eyes

It's bittersweet
Asleep among endives
Now, the world too
Closes its eyes
Concealing us
Laughing in Mont Cave
At any moment
The world will awake
Shining upon us