You are my anchor to sanity.
Ruyaa.
A dream
like the rain, and colours,
like stars and the moon
and patches of sky.
You pervade my thoughts.
Ruyaa.
A vision
like wind, and stretches of sea.
Like snow and maple leaves,
and words, sheer words.
You are my sweetest memory.
Ruyaa.
A dream
like an invisible friend,
an unborn twin, a rain-like love, so beautifully, beautifully sad.