April 4 ·
You are, you are
Life in my rugged palms,
Trees in my garden,
A sunrise
For closed eyes.
You are, you are
The perfect race
That I don’t want
To finish,
The weight on my shoulders,
The glass of wine
At midnight.
You are, you are
The „I” in me,
The morning story,
Words on my notebook
While I wait for you
To step out of the shower.
You are, you are,
And I’m happy
That you are.