Maybe

It's the rainbow in the morning
after a long night of raining,
or the dew on the rustling leaves
under sun beams, all sparkling.

Maybe it's the garden bed
blanketed with blossoms,
or the nightingale chanting
as I enter the pavilion.

Is it the splendor of the sunset
that left me here breathless?
Maybe the constellations
are keeping me clueless.

Maybe the dream I see when I sleep
tugging my heart at its every beat,
the miniature worlds in my ocean of thoughts,
the unchartered isles, the treasures I've sought.

Tell me is that it, or the glimmer in your eyes
that made all the maybes step aside?
For I knew that the beauty, the wonder and awe
are all, and no less, that remind me of you.