Return the world, the birds and the flowers to the pure essence of a sleeping silhouette
of a sleeping silhouette, in a blue alcove,
return me to your perfect legs turned and in golden rose,
give me back to the innocent gestures of life
the sweet kiss on the pillow,
the hours of rest, the work accomplished
the dream of feeling you mine.

Give me back to being a child, to the wakefulness of the time
to count little silver lambs,
to die in your eyes, to be born on your lips, to contemplate you again.
to contemplate you again, now I understand you, I come back to life

Thank you very much for stopping by to see and read my post.

Antonio Evies, May 2024