unfinished business

if you were the sun
that makes my mornings
and warms my skin,
i want to be a star
to give light
when you are tired,
when youwant to rest.

if you were the wind
that touches my face
and dries my sweat,
i want to the the air
to sustain a little life
when you just want to wander off,
when you just want to be free.

if you were the soil
that keeps me still
and standing tall,
i want to be a rock
i will keep the foundation
when you don't want to be stepped upon,
when you want to settle down.

if you were the river
that cools my tired feet
and flows to my sea,
i want to be the rain
to drop hopes
when your current is weak,
when you fall silent and heavy.
*epe


I couldn't help enough so I made you a poem.