Traversing Poem by Johnny Watt

Coiled in the void with our hands held tight,
When the sun and the moon first met.
As the cymbols crashed, the waves would splash,
Yet our hair was never left wet.



Camels will sprout wings and fly into space,
To explore the nature beyond.
With weary eyes we wished them well,
as our mouths extended and yawned.



Traversing in the dream with our hands held tight,
When tongue and tongue first met.
As the flowers bloomed, the night was consumed,
Yet our lips they never had slept.



With an explosion of light we took to the sky,
As the earth did fall to it's death.



A new planet was found,
and we napped on it's ground,
As our lungs felt a new loving breath.