You Are My Song Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

YOU ARE MY SONG
You compose tunes and words.
You know you are my word and song.
The way to you is long.
Let me rise like a chimney's smoke.
Your land is too far to walk.
My roads to you are still blocked.
I remember the great thinker's words.
"Something in the world is wrong".
I dare to blame the world.
It makes me envy flocks.
The sky seems to me to be closed.
You are my open sky with your blue eyes' gloss.
You compose songs for the world.
You know you are my song.