You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

It's time now
To write
Everything you dreamed of


your beauty is so great
that not even the rain dared to touch you


memories
willows on the path
moved softly by the wind

the light insists we wake from our sleep
when we would prefer to sleep on
but the light knows this but insists all the more
and when we have finally risen from our sleep
we are grateful for the new day,
just like the light knew we would.