left was right, when right was behind.

Take me down the same direction,

As you go down the next.

I shot the sky with constellations,

You believed in all they said.

The little things they always matter,

As I try to count the ways,

Or write an absolute wonder,

A tribute to your days.

Paint your nails, paint the sky,

With thought, sound, emotion,

You colour life as you pass it by,

A treat for sensory motion.

Close to the coast, a light it shines,

Across the waves do carry,

A challenge for those clever lines,

A thousand hearts are buried.

Breathe organic, breath in deep,

Ramble like a leaky faucet,

I wonder if I’ve found the street,

Or am I lost in your closet.

xinli