My Winter

Find me where the sun
Meets the ocean, when it is
Thick and hazy with clouds
in its grayest colour. Meet me
where the stars are aligned,
or when it’s not, and when the
Moon is painted in its gleaming
light. Locate me in between city
lights or beneath the fireflies in
the dead of night. ‘Cause darling,
no matter where you and I end up,
It is the most when I feel alive.