all throughout your day and make it as beautiful as the dreams
that dance in your head; And when alas at day's end, I set far in Spilling from the sky...the western skies I'd beam at you in dazzling golden light to bid
you goodnight and spill upon you a million and one good wishes
and promise of yet another awesome day of heavenly bliss...
If I were one with the seven colours of the rainbow, I would hide
behind the dark grey clouds in wait for the raging storm to cease
and when the clouds lift away I'd splash my multicoloured stripes
across the vast sky in shape of a giant arc and would there become
the most beautiful, most spectacular thing that you have ever seen
and I would paint you with my colours and grant your every wish...
If I were one with the giant yellow moon, I would break through
the dark skies and glow throughout your night so that you would
fall sound asleep & dream in my embrace; I'd gaze upon you with
glowing love until dusk turned to dawn, then gently slip away and
disappear far beyond the rising sun, now streaming through your
rooftop window pane, leaning to stroke your tousled hair & kissing
your awakening eyes...
If I were one with the amazing stars up in the high heavens, I would
drown the giant moon to proclaim the throne of the night and you'ld
love me too fondly to be fearful of the dark; For 'tis there, where I'd
most likely explode into a million shiny sparkles, flooding every patch
of the dark sky in awestricken shimmer, each more beautiful than ever
and I would become the dwelling place of all your dreams on which you
would wish upon, night after night...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
