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.