Self-As-Other

Self as Other

What i want for you

dear dear love

is infinite

is tender

bubbles with joy

is fresh alpine morning awake tweeting dawn

isn’t

anywhere else than here

isn’t

anything else than this

a happy morning story

with an adventurous twist- if you like that sort of thing

a lullaby that echos as

your own perfect tune

to whistle while you work

what i want for you

dear dear love

can’t be held

but it can cradle…

it can’t be lost

but it can be found

And

here