streams

streams

laughing at a lonely crying man
is a sign of some strange alchemy
fear turns into anger, humour and love

i have no gold, only an adapter
that may recharge your connections
or drown in a flood of turbulence

this love is ours and i am yours
and we keep my mind in tune
to the laughable moments

a little red ant bit my love
so i swatted it away like a fly
and that made me a tiger