I shove away the roaring storm

Of stinging snowflakes

And slip on the tender cyclamen flowers,

Falling into the clouds above the

Railroads of your

Daydreams.

Up, above the trees and horizons,

Down, below the stars and the mountains,

lives my love.

My love has long arms

and warm fingers

It has the head of the clouds and

a body of rivers.

It laughs with

the rain and cries

with the thunders.

Far, far away lives my love.

It wakes up to the

chanting of crickets

and goes to sleep to the

songs of the seas.

It's painting gently

the moon and the stars on my

skirt-covered knees.

It picks out colors and holds them

For you, Love, to see.

The roundness of the sea bottom

Opens up a window to the

Distant thoughts of yours.

I swim deeper and deeper until

The light is gone and all there's

Left is you

The air refuses to

Touch her cheek or fly through

Her lungs.

It never lifts the dust to drop it

On her face

She hides her face

Behind the gentle winds

And cloud gowns.

She sleeps within the

Thistle spreads.

As the light

Caresses your shadow,

I take a step back

And fall into the early twilight

Embrace of the golden heat.

I wipe away a sun drop

Off your cheek and

Pull it closer

To make it mine