There is nothing new every day. Often there is nothing new
to look for. The old turns dim,
morning is routine, days end before they begin.
Tomorrow carries old news.

Newspapers remain the same while the images on the
television no longer flicker.
All this chaos, all the sounds - but I am deaf.
The birds are hung. Everyone in a rush for the-yesterday.

The ice begins to melt. My heart beats again.
The sun switched on. Reborn again.
Everything is new. Nothing is the same. I feel the wind, on
my skin, through my hair. The magic sounds and whispered
words, the prayers of the world.

The birds, in your eyes, fly away. Nothing about you is
alike. Warm sensation, words are new.
Your love is mine and mine is yours.

There is nothing new everyday. Often there is nothing new to
look for.
I ascertain I love you. You enliven me, water to blossom.

You are never alone, dear.
I am with you.
I adore you.
I love you.