you're the bass guitar in my favorite song
you're the brightest star on a clear clouded night
you're morning glories spritzed with dew
on the chilliest morning of spring
when i sneak outside at 6 am
after an all-nighter
to catch the sun rise while my mother sleeps
you're in the incense as it burns
and chamomile tea as it steeps
you're all the little precious things
what company a thought can keep
and when we reunite again
the trees and blossoms bloom
i cannot wait for summer
when i'll spend more time with you
