You Are

If you are what you love,

then i am motes of stardust.

i am the axis of creative velocity,

and the gravity that turns my curiosity.

 

i am the luminosity of the phasing moon;

forest fires and eccentric colors.

i am the fire palette of sunsets,

and the wanderlust of unrest.

i am stout fresh espresso;

the morning scent of parchment.

i am foaming bubbles in bath for two,

a cold glass of Orvieto, book in hand.

i am autumn leaves and willow trees;

a piece of all i see and breathe.

Perhaps, most importantly,

if we are what we love...

then i am you,

and always have been.