Don’t you?

On cold winter mornings

Don’t you want to

Feel the little breeze

And become my

Little squeeze?

On hot summer days

Don’t you want to

Spend the lazy hours

In lap of my

Cozy bowers?

On Starry nights

Don’t you want to

Sit with me. Beside me.

Reflect those stars

In my little big eyes?

On endless nights

Under the infinite sky

Don’t you want to

Become a finite voice

Of my infinite silence?