You

Who are you?

That I should see your smile
in the taste of my morning coffee
and the last sight of evening,
And in the tiny bubbles
in my beer glass?...

Who are you?...

That I should hear you in the crowds
pretending to be...

And who are you?

that I should see you in the serenity of the trees
and the silence of the river flow?

Who are you?

That the forest flowers
reminds me of your hair?

Where are you?