picking up airwaves
from surface noice
reading music notation
from milk packets
with foreign symbols

faltering forward  

edges and paintings
all out of step
worlds in parallels
different precepts
goals
fears

i patiently waited
assimilated

i never deliberated

until  
colliding with someone oblivious cruising
the wrong lane
alongside me  

making me stumble
right over a frequency
harmonized with mine

so you are my
favourite radio-channel
and i cannot not adore you
i cannot pass you by

i'm not sure where
our harbour is

all i know is
we read notes
from packets
in the same language
you and i

and being with you
falls just as natural
instinctive
as moving ahead

I would like to paint the experience
the sun in your eyes
so bright
in contrast of the
green grass

I would like to paint the smell of you
the warm sun
flies whirring
your hand on my waste

would like to paint the feeling when you
kiss my neck
rest your cheek on my shoulder
and move your fingers across my hand

I would like to paint the beautiful image
of your smile
and voice
your face so close to mine

I would like to paint the trees with its long branches
surrounding us
making our view
so beautiful

I wonder what we would see
putting the  
sound of laughter
your hand in mine
beside, but outside, the picture
of the green grass
before our eyes

I wonder if you still would be swilled by
how beautiful it all is
I wonder if the sun and warmth would
feel through
knowing this image is what I saw
next to you

I would like to paint these feelings
so I always remembered

and every time in doubt
down or blue
return at this picture
and feel what I felt
when I was
beside you