every night

.

it is hot outside

summer air boiling

with last breath of today's sun

and mosquitoes, fused with white stars.

but the sun is gone

all we have left is black darkness

and stray dogs running behind out backs

they are close.

closer than you think

their fur lightly brushing over our bare skin

.

there is sunburn on your shoulder

I see it in last flames of the candle

standing on the table,

wax running down the soda bottle

and I wish I could kiss the pain away.

We sit together on avocado tree,

empty swing slowly moving in tonight's breeze

mosquitoes buzz around out ears

our dusty knees touching

I would fall into the sky

if you did not hold me

.

the cold is here,

slowly creeping in our way,

we run, laughing

with the last taste of ginger ale on our lips

carefree, for a little while I forget about the hunger

and when you shut the gate of the orphanage

and Grace turns out the last lights in the kitchen

world is suddenly right

we are where we should be

do not close the door

no need to lock the universe out

let the little children come to us,

if dreams should chase them out of their beds

the coldness is almost here,

you take your last chance

and pull the covers over our home,

shading us from the cruelty of foreign

.

fathers sing outside, far away

and somewhere in the darkness

little child wakes his mother,

hungry. Will he be fed?

and you can not change

any of the injustice happening there

out of your reach

but try anyway, I will go with you

to the end of the world

and we will never stop.

I wake up and we start new day

same as yesterday

and every night

the world will be right.

.