Winds

If this was the final blink And we exploded with laughter Do we become a sun in another galaxy? Cos everyone else wants to say enough Sit here with me Where rat racers are too busy to stare I have cheeks for shy giggles Like you have hair for flowers Plant as many on mine as I do on yours I'll sing the language of birds Just to keep you glowing We are what remains After the wind stops to catch a breath