You are moving out of my center
My gravity…
And spreading yourself in the vast world
And at the same time holding yourself too tightly to your one
Your very one!
Or the opposite happening?
I am slowly moving away from you…
Like the stars move away when the dawn comes closer
In one corner of the sky;
And wait until the sunflower blooms
And wait calmly to see all the changes
Happening around our central nerve
At our own gravity.
