The Music of My Dream
I stare at light
counting the flashes
One by one
Counting the pulse of my heart
while touching - without hesitation
the light arc which sleeps
under your eyelids
I stare carefully
while I paint a green dream
from the green forests of your eyes
I stare at the waves of thy eyes,
And like a cloud fed its heart
to the first wave,
I fed your eyes my heart's love
While your shadow leans
Silently upon my wound
I questioned all the artless reminiscences
of love and sad and death
So forgive my curious silent sad
Which lives outside your sadness
I'd no longer know how much time
Stayed sat alone in the silence,
begging from the sky, the smiles
All what I know now is to live
As a dove between your arms
|