Is It You?

Sitting on a park
bench

We stare at a
building

Doesn’t it look like…
a slab of chocolate?

Or… Is it you? Adding
to the sweetness

Sounds of children
fill our ears

Doesn’t it sound like…
the sweetest melody?

Or… is it you? Weaving
a new rhythm

Colours of flowers
flood our eyes

Doesn’t it feel like…
a walk on the rainbow?

Or… Is it you? Conspiring
with the spectrum.

Sitting on a park
bench

We build castles in
the air.

And I see heaven
fleeting by… Or is it…

(*SIGH*) That’s just
your smile.