OUR TALES

I'll fall asleep a little to enjoy our songs before dawn. Yes, I love your voice, but I love traveling in your love even more. Your deep islands that the birds told me about, I almost burn with longing to see them.

With the break of dawn, I went out to the field early, to gather our tales in warmth, amidst rosy dreams.

Excuse me if I stared too long into your blue eyes. They are my dreamy world. Everything I saw in the dewy morning hours was a story about you: flowers and valleys of joy and butterflies in all their spring femininity combing the hair of happiness.

They are our tales. Yes, our tales don't lie. And behind this silence, my postponed beginning awaits me. Your smile awaits me. I no longer want anything else.