You and I, we are
such partitive people,
our hearts set on some
or any, but never specifically
this one, a bit of or a kissful
of that.
© Chagall 2015
There’s a song we sing in the mountains
When clouds envelop the peaks
As stars overwhelm the senses
Our hymns overcome the air
We are born to be celestial
From star to dust to star
We constellate in the shape
Of beautifully human
© Chagall 2014