Be mine
in the way
that is mine the wind
that wanders.
Dashing up and down the mountains,
blowing my words away like fall leaves
into the ocean.
Be mine like it's mine
the Moon
coming into my room
some nights to lay silent.
Spreading herself all over
my sheets and covers
as I'm wide awake watching.
Be mine forever
like my soul, divine.
Forever mine.
Like all my memories
from all my lives.
My treasure, cautiously hidden away
from my own sight.
Be mine
in the way
the entire world is mine
to walk.
With all its kingdoms, its cries and laughs
that will never know who I am.
Be mine, as a guest
in my house
to be served something warm.
As a flock of birds before its return
to South.
Be mine, like a hand
I held just once,
while it was teaching its unique shape
to mine.
Forever mine.
