Dear internet inhabitants and search engines,
It has been a while, has it not? Or rather it seems so because of all the holidays that lay in between. But I started out my year well, if you care to know. And on this very day, the 3rd of the new year, I wrote a little poem. It might be the first of the year and it might also be the last. We will see. I hope you shall all enjoy and may destiny once more be kind to you.
If I was the moon, drifting among the dark
Would you follow me?
If I was the moon, drifting into dark itself
Would you still follow me?
If I was a star, falling down to earth
Would you come to find me?
If I was a star, fallen into a place of harm
Would you still come to find me?
If I was a flower, blooming during spring
Would you admire me?
If I was a flower, broken and withered
Would you still admire me?
If I was a cloud, white and adrift
Would you welcome me?
If I was a cloud, grey and upsetting
Would you still welcome me?
If I was a flame, a source of gentle warmth
Would you be near me?
If I was a flame, destructive and relentless
Would you still be near me?
If I was an arrow, straight and strong
Would you trust in me?
If I was an arrow, broken and fractured
Would you still trust in me?
If I was the wind, a gentle breeze in summer
Would you listen to me?
If I was the wind, howling at night in winter
Would you still listen to me?
If I was a heart, open to the world
Would you dare love me?
If I was a heart, bleeding crimson drops
Would you still dare love me?
Would you hold, would you keep?
Would you shelter, would you let weep?
Would you warm, would you let sleep?
Would you all these things, if I was less than me?