Decisions.

Sunrise, sunset: Which is the world you love the best?
The apple gold, the cherry pink, the transludid water,
you love to drink. The billowed clouds, the ivory tusk,
the demon at the bus-stop?

Night up, Night fall: Which is the hour that you call your own?
The hour that has a double meaning, the hour that you said, "Stay!"
The hour in which I went away, the hour that you learnt to look,
at the world, with eyes wide open.

Never say you want to die, remember the spies,
who listen to the wind, who recall your slightest whim,
bye and bye, they'll come to call. Lock your doors at nightfall.
In number's legion, they'll insist you talk religion.

Rain start, rain stop: What is the moment you love the best?
Wet Daffodils, soaked Peonies, scarlet poppies petals shed,
the moment that the thunder rolls, the moment that laughter
rumbles forth. Love in all it's majesty. Kisses.