What connects the lands of my dreams

The rivers that let the jungles be curled

A horizon never to be out of seams

You, are the clouds to my sky

What fills the emptiness of my mind

The spaces no one would longer occupy

An altar for The One that have designed

You, are the streetlights to my road

What lights the path of my future and hopes

The sign that delivers to a humble abode

A warmth to be found as snow envelopes

You, are the baby blue to my bedroom

What colors the dullness of my life

The orchids that soon will bloom

A joy to be held never at strife

You, are the one to my solitude

What accompanies the loneliness of my days

The hands reaching in as darkness imbued

A heart to be kept in so many ways

You, are the images to my words