Sweetest Things

The sweetest things are painfully alert,
examined by the likelihood of losing:
Is living worth the risk of getting hurt?
Or loving worth the consequence of choosing?

Uncertainty gives in to hope instead,
to shelter nights in silence, to appear –
umbrella in the rain; a cosy bed
for you to dream; and sheets of paper clear

for you to lay that inner beauty down.
For us to be the best we could imagine.
Whatever happiness might be – a sound,
a color, or a place – for us to find it

within ourselves, and in that fragile space
between the shores of our separate oceans.
I’d like to sweeten mornings, nights, and days,
be goodness, joy, and all the things you wanted…

I’d gather silver linings to the clouds,
into the fleeting breath of our bitter present.
A window screen, a face, my fears and doubts.
Your eyes, galactic blue so close across in the desert.

But if you lay that inner beauty down
Then we shall be the best we could imagine.
Whatever happiness might be – a sound,
a color, or a place – for us to find it.

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Lyrics: Diana Stefanova
Music: Plamen Sivov