Was there something more to this afternoon
than to be held by the grass on the riverside?

Ask me what I see,
and I will answer by making space for you beside me
so you can watch the branches reaching for our dreams.

Ask me how my chest feels,
and I will tell you about the dance of dandelions in the wind
so you can run your fingers through the leaves around us.

Ask me what I hear,
and I will echo the sounds:
soft murmur of the river,
chirping of the birds,
heartbeat of a friend.

Lukáš Sabol