the tired statue of love
and her huge and brave
ways of being and beguilement,
are here

I see her hand over her eyes,
she embraces the dusty universe,
inviting the sun
and gets lost

rain and wind
sing like breath on the window
while my thoughts are with her
like atoms of sand

wandering, alongside my soul
descending, nodding slightly
I open the window
and see her endless waiting

poem made by my partner and friend for life, Peter Seij