darling i'll be gentle
words float like feathers
caressing your redden cheeks

darling i'll be good
running these fingers
through your tangled hair

darling i'll be still
holding your hands
through the storms and rough waves

when all the leaves are golden
when all the water dried up
when all that you can carry is nothing
but heaviness of these world
on both of your shoulders

darling, look closely
listen carefully
i'll be there,
wherever you are