where the lake
Where the lake becomes the sky, a light fog
play hide and seek.
thin smile of the sun, so a morning of light
can repair itself through the branches bare and cold.
The earth has creases in pain,
bare turf and hard
caressed by the gentle beat of the waves.
My love,
you and me in these hours of light lise
skin just turned on the last night,
sitting on the edge of persons, like missing children,
look beyond the looking glass a beating of wings of our lives.
Thin thoughts surround us in a silent
veil of silence, and yet we understand
the sound of sweet words, you think, want,
loved and never spoken.
Outside I hear the trembling lake,
the whispers of loneliness, sorrows
of coots and ducks that inhabit the cold.
A sense of quiet, almost religious, invades
fields, everything is silent, waiting
invades the soul.
And I, I look at you I get lost in between the sheets
still warm, I have the moment in my eyes, feel the beat of time,
unhurried seeking a kiss,
hear your voice , a shiver,
maybe a rocking,
then the warmth of your body, a soft breath
I melt into the past delusions.
In this corner of time,
so I just win
m'inteneriscono your gestures, the last flakes fall of pride,
barefoot feel the taste of the earth
I cling to you
your arms are kernel
I feel at home, I look
still
on your face a gap of joy.
