the young sun ascends the lush, green mountains blowing rosy kisses into the silky morning air as i sit by my window and drink the sheen of the sky with grape juice from my grandfather's vineyard. the gentle breeze sprouts daises within the glow of my skin. soon i will leave the bedroom and eat honey on bread and salad on the balcony of our apartment, with the harmony of barking dogs and the song of fragile birds flooding my soul.
i will fall into a daydream,
my soul is a mountain and you are my sun. where i come from, a boy misses me with a heavy heart, mind and soul. we lie in the afternoon grass of a rose valley with the sweet scent of petals crowding itself into my eyes. he speaks in whispers of warm summer rain and silver rivers dancing through the abyss of the morning sky. when he cries the sky's olive oil fingers wrap him in a ocean shawl and when he speaks bees tangle themselves in the thick nectar of his melodic sighs and beautiful dark eyes. his fingers graze the ripe orange sky as he whispers
"my honey, my sunrise"
in our mother tongue
december 28th, 2017
