Thinking of you at dawn
when my body
is lost in the meanders of dreams
and in that labyrinth
there is always you.
I think back when I am awake
and your scent embraces me,
like a cloud would
with the top of a mountain
and even the birds
on the tree in the yard
have learned to sing
our song.
I think back when I step outside
and from the rooftops
it rains the flowers we love
and they dance in the air
accompanying my steps.
I think of you back at the sunset
when the last rays of the sun
draw your smile
and if someone asks me
what love is
I would tell them that it is a portrait

a portrait of happiness.

December 3, 2020