We float around like clouds
And the wind lightly touches our hair.
I have a beautiful feeling
When the façades release their birds into space.
The light bends to get a drink
At the stream, puzzled by its own shadow.
The colors of evening have arrived.
I love you more than gray and pink and pale blue.
I wish we were curled up in a flower.
That would be lovely maybe a tulip.
Before the sun comes down
And the words collect like droplets
Of water, I will miss you where you are
And the night will be as the day.