dawn
Why am I me and why not you?
Why am I here and why not there?
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Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders
I want you
and I take you in the sunsets
Of my soul
song of my spells,
path of my forest,
river, moss, angel, house,
—latent luminary—
I carry you in this chest
while I love my world,
the arrival of dawn.