Sometimes,
he stands like a mountain
So tall.
So proud,
that I cannot even reach
a glimpse of him

And then
there are those
times
when I feel
like a floating boat
waiting for him to
come up from his
deepest crest.

Either way,
I prefer holding
his hand

For in both corners
he is in...

I yearned for auroras
but the sky
gave me rains.

I longed for tulips
only to wake up
in an autumn.

I am tired
I would say.

But then I realized
I had found you
in such storms
and droughts.