YOUR WORLD AND MINE


I slide cautiously in your silent night
stumbling over your mysterious moon
that reflects the way of your valley
where your forest is today solitude and silence.

I love and miss the singing of your night,
the murmur that to far I listen of your springs,
feeling of your trembles,
the smell of your desires.
All this, you confuse me
and that's why I cry out to the world of dreams
that moves me to your spring world.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

Your world and mine, two realities united by the love expressed in this poetry.

Elizabeh