Sans

Let me be that speck of light in your eyes — 

The moving one unnerved by the setting sun; 

Let me wander down the shaded path as a dandelion achene — 

With you steering a featherweight and graceful me; 

Let me hear your tender heartbeat in raindrops — 

The gentle hum of order amidst chaos; 

Let me be the summer breeze you chance upon — 

To quench your skin with a simple breath thereon. 

Darling, darling, will you finally notice? 

I’ve been your pavement, your awning, 

But I only want to be your occasional 

Green sprouting. 

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