You come and you go
like the morning
like the seasons,
like love
your caress: passionate,
yet fleeting,
leaves me wanting more
So alive, so free,
fearless, no boundaries
you try to touch the sky,
your voice powerful and strong
like your arms
Admired, desired by all,
they want to catch you,
possess you,
but never will...
Could I only be like you!
Tell me, do you love this life?
Do you ever ask why?


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006