Sunday rising

morning sunlight

dust is floating

curtains billow

 

nothing matters

but this moment

and that sparkle

in your iris

 

nothing’s precious

but this moment

all I am now

is this moment

 

Sunday rising

the sun will wake us

you’re wrapped around me

I’m trapped inside you

 

nothing’s precious

but this moment

and that small star

in your iris

 

nothing’s precious

but this moment

all I am now

is this moment

 

Sunday rising

morning sunlight

dust is floating

curtains billow

 

nothing matters

but this moment

and that small star

in your iris

 

nothing’s bigger

than this moment

remember nothing

but this moment