it is not just another day.
because even when i sleep, thoughts would retrace every shape-shifting cloud.
and they will make a bed for us.
you and i. deathless, forever-floating in this seamless world.
and always. as always.
with my mind's recurring desire,
i will hold you so tight.

i know it is not just another day.
because it makes me find ways i have lost.
because it gives me a different strength
--- like i become more driven, instead of weak and afraid.

the skyward-blown dandelions.
the playful curls of the sea.
new moon in my brows.
the repetition of thoughts
of your pretty face
the strangeness of a sun-smelling day.
all these --- they tell me, it is not just another day.

yes, i know, it is not just another day.
because it's a day that passes but never ends.
a day that gives me your sweetest attention
and the brightest star after a day-time's work.

i know it is not just another day.
i am telling you world, it is not.
and i don't need any twists or witness in my telling.
it is not just another day.
it is not.