Life woke and life slept.
â€‹One morn when life wasn't looking
â€‹I opened my windows
and instead of the wind,
â€‹a poet I knew not... had crept.
â€‹He colored me in poems
A promise he'd spoken
was a promise he kept.
He held me with such passion
â€‹He noted every want
He cradled my darkness
where from the cliffs... I would have lept.
â€‹He said we were aligned by fate
always belonging to the other.
Then Life awoke and in reality's very moment.... I wept.