You may think
I'm autonomous—
I'm definitely not.
Watching the day off
In daylight
Shimmer
Like precious stone residue
Is just conceivable
Since I know
I can share it
With you.
In the event that you were no more
I wouldn't see
The blue-lined yard,
The shudder of day off
From a neighbor's tree
Or on the other hand the up-trip of grieving pigeons
Into the cumulus sky.
Do you know why?
This is on the grounds that I have two lives—
One that started
At the point when I was conceived
Furthermore, the other
That initiated
The second I met you.
You're the explanation
My life forked—
You're the creator
Of this divagation.
I knew nothing
Of excellence previously;
You're my guide
Despite the fact that this shaded world—
Your dressing table
Hung with dots
Dissipated brushes and brushes
Is my special stepped area,
Furthermore, your scent
My incense.
For what reason must I go
Wherever with you?
It isn't so much that I question you,
Be that as it may, simply need to wait
In your essence,
Hear your voice
Talking my name...
A spell
Making everything
Associated once more.
