30/08/19

 The sun is stil warm in my hair,
 The earth is cooling down beneath my feet.
 

 ice cubes jingling in their glasses,
 birds dropping leaves like feathers.
 

 softly, softly,
 almost like a whisper.
 

 Dear love, 
 I sing to you in a language that neither of us 
 speak.
 

 Dear love,
 I write to you in a langage that both of us
 lost.
 

 Dear love,
 I dream in a language that only to the both of us
 belong.
 

 One white and pink rose,
 two stands of lavender,
 peonies… 
 

 Do you like my bouquet?
 Do you like my poems?
 Do you ever think about me?
 

 I painted a canvas over your wreckage. Like the night sky.
 I embroidered a sail for your journey. Like a golden wing.
 I built an empire for your memory. Like a legendary kingdom.
 

 One tinkling became an orchestra.
 One word became a saga.
 One dream became a whole life.
 

 A life of waiting.
 A life of dreaming.
 A life of running.
 

 Running from me,
 Running from you,
 Running to us.
 

 Us,
 she snickers.
 

 Us,
 she sighs.
 

 Us
 she cries.
 

 And laughs. 
 

 But you don’t know this girl. 
 Do you?
 

 Hush.
 Halt.
 Hear.
 

 The echoes of time before time.
 The scent of a barely lingering time.
 The glimmer of that first Light.
 

 Still warm,
 Still welcoming.
 Still embracing.
 

 You must remember.
 Your soul must known.
 Your heart must echo.
 

 That first beat.
 

 Softly, softly.
 Firmly, firmly,
 Eternally, eternally.
 

 Can your hear it?
 Can you hear me?