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
it
is
