What are we, if not, motes of dust
Floating in the universe
Clutching to the crust?
Or is there something more
Than meets the eye?
Is something gazing back
When I look up at the sky?

I do like to believe
That I am more than just my mind.
I am how the stars
Get to be awestruck by the night,
I am how the flowers
Smell the winter and the spring,
I am how the butterflies
Relish the colors of their wings.

What are we, if not, motes of dust
Coming together in the universe
To eventually rust.
Maybe, we're not so different, from what we materialize,
The universe yearned to see itself,
And gave us eyes.

Let's sit in silence,
and not look at each other.
I'll patiently wait,
till your heart discovers
my stolen glances,
and subtle advances,
till our eyes meet, in the rearview mirror.

And once your breath slows down,
I'll climb the mountains in your mind,
trace the rivers in your veins,
and help you gently unwind.

So you can see you,
a man, forged in silence and dreams—
so much left unspoken,
but so much more seen.

So while I sink in your solitude,
you bask in my summer.
Let the world resist us;
we'll still find each other,
like night and day, earth and sky,
On horizons we'll meet,
in dawns, be lovers.