can we intertwine like
the paints on your palette?
till my green hues
mix flawlessly with your blues?
till there is no me and
there is no you?

a birch tree flirts with a pine
his branches caressing
the ivy crawling up her spine
complimenting the way
the 5pm sunlight
sets her branches on fire

happiness hit me
like a bus
it's my fault
for not looking both ways

you were a slight warmth
dancing at the edge of the cold

I will write a thousand words for you
And none of them will quite capture
The way your smile
Climbs up the side of your cheek like
The sun climbs the side of a mountain
Cracking me open like
The sky cracks the dawn

why do we rely
on mere sparks to fuel us
when the sun herself
is on her knees
begging to fill us

You turned me into an instrument
Why was I surprised
By what you did next?

            -played