day number one

on the day number one of this summer
i have swept all my floors very clean
she’s a terribly witty newcomer –
noone knows where the hell she has been

she has owed us the dresses and dances
under moonlight and sweltering rain
but let’s never forget of the chances
we’ve been given to never complain

wipe your forehead: it’s sweating with anger
hug your knees: they are covered in mud
if you’re stumbling – maybe that’s tango,
and your knot is a blossoming bud

i have also been crying too often
in between all the lessons i learned
this is why all my muscles have softened,
this is why i got light in return

on the fifth day i bet we are ready
for adventures prepared ahead
i am greedy for them, i am heady,
so my sails have been colored in red:

that’s the color of courage and passion
(choosing these over anger and war)
choosing sunlight became an obsession –
try: i bet you’ll be craving for more