You’re stuck in my head like the lyrics to a song
Playing over and over as if on repeat.
I sing it all day, changing the rhythms with the light of the day.
The beats slow down as the sun sets,
The tune seems off by night.
But what I treasure even more than the hopeful mornings
Is the time of dusk, as the sun falls gracefully to the sea,
As if reuniting with an old lover, before it disappears completely.
In those few moments before the sun dissolves,
The lines between my reality and yours seem to thin,
As if merging in a most unusual symphony,
So that even with the slowing beats and the drowning sadness of the tunes,
Somehow even the impossible seems believable.