A tree sways at the affection of the wind.

Kissed by the ever-changing breeze, it submits itself entirely; bending to the winds every whim hopelessly hoping that that gust will blow its way once more, once more, once more.

Alas, the tree stands still. The wind keeps moving.
I am the tree. you are the breeze.

Please, blow my way.

Why can't you see
it's not your fault?
I'd drink the sea
if you were salt

When you're in the kitchen
drinking tea
Burn your tongue
and think of me

Oh melatonin
I cannot sleep without you
whisk me off to dream

The place where thoughts halt
my head has not stopped racing
for twenty-one years

The gravity of your eyes
when you look at me
will never cease
to keep my heart
in your orbit

A beautiful view
is best when it is shared with
a beautiful you

To live a life with-
out reflection is to ne-
ver see your true self