When the airport was still new, and we were still young, and our city was still old  

Before the night stole our river, and the river took the trees, and we learned to inhabit empty spaces without filling them  

After even the wolves learned mercy and swam into the retreating sea  

When the ground was still made of hope, and the sky smelled only of air  

Before we learned how to sleep without resting, and wake again without ever having dreamed