YOU

I want to do to you

What rain does to evenings

What sun does to dew 

And you know that there are few

As transparent and perplexing

And as strange,so when I hold you

Every morning you are new

Like a flame in old beginnings

Or a shimmering bubble of dew

And at nights when you're blue

Counting the number of sad buildings

I play around to distract you

Feeling your face, to construe

The love you hold for endings,

Or your tears that swell like drops of dew, 

To you, I want  to be true

And to all seasons that sway in your musings

I want to memorise you, I want to do to you,

What sun does to a bubble of dew