You have no idea, but i know you better than you think.
not just your big warm smile as the summer breeze,
your brown skin made of honey,
or your deepest thougths and desires.
I know all of your habits.
like dancing to the sound of waterdrops when it rains,
or lying in your bed singing when the sun is up,
gazing at the ceiling for hours and hours,
just imagining waves of joy entering by your room window.
you always celebrate life at its fullest.
and every single night you draw a fantasy in your naked body,
and then fly alone over a bay till the next day.
you never sleep, always restless and shining,
always celebrating life.
I cry drifting in the darkness of my mind,
crying because i know exactly what your not
and never will be,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem