microcosmos

the sun rises in the east,

set in the west,

earth rotates 

and moon revolves,

everything remains the same 

but deep down

deep down

deep

down

 

stronghold

the sounds of bird chirping

and the crescendo the morning sun makes

along the walls, without painting

i opened my eyes

and you were still asleep

and you are here; i am here; we are here

the universe stay still and we persist