Made this poem around 2003…
You are the rustling leaves of springtime.
yet vibrant and spelling life.
I am the snowflake that falls glistening,
dancing in all directions-
waiting to diminish in your arrival.
You are a hill of crocuses, roses and pansies,
an elaborate patchwork on the greens.
I am a field of dandelions, foxgloves and weeds,
an amateur canvas set of lonely stones.
You are the northern sky,
luminuous and beyond enchanting.
I am a remnant of the farthest star,
dying, blending with the darkness.
You are the golden part of the ocean
at the middle of the Pacific-
where the sun favors kissing.
I am the inhabited cluster of waves,
dreaming, continuously yearning to rise
and be in unison with the sparkling sand
You are universal.
I am the unknown.
You are remembered.
I am forgotten.
You are who I want to be with,
if not anyone I could be.
I am the one you never left,
because you have never been with me.
You are perfection.
I’m everything else.
What a generic piece of shit.
listening to: Bread – Baby Imma Want You