The sun in my room

I’ve got the sun in my room whenever you are next to me,

and the blue sky all around whenever you smile.

These sparse lines intertwine with my curls as you play with them.
Loose and floating by without directions, but hitting home.
Travelling from far away, easily covering 900 kms in an ear whisper,
these words shaped our reality and became solid ground.
The wood people gently tend them, as we sip the last spell of sun behind the trees.

  • Arianna –