lifesaver

I find a home
in the sadness
of your eyes,
a nest in your
unkempt hair;

I find a home
in the middle
of brutal wars,
a house in the rubble
of an earthquake;

a river flows through
the restlessness of
your skin, I draw
a dream tree, hanging
juicy fruits, of past
bitterness,
I imagine
falling asleep;

inside my heart
there’s an unoccupied
garden, green, serene,
pristine, built
with warm words