You were the crayon suddenly to my little empty box . With what I drew & coloured my dreams so often ; On paper with folded edges You gave me blues and hues ; alchemized into a treasure map To find solace in temporary places Roses & thorns were still to love ; In an endless landscape You never asked what was it , That I was painting all along But then you were fulfilling all You said “ draw all your dreams, and we’ll dwell in those together “ ‘Cause yours & mine are the same.