17 de maio de 2009

Untitled #148

Cast and restless upon the sand
I gently swerve my hand
Shatering clouds in cristal skies.
And as I stand the blow
White waves relentlessly grow
In the seas of your weary eyes.

Night, day, flowers of May
Let this wind guide the way
Across doubts, fears and pride.
Let it be no exile
No God´s judjment nor trial
As dawn lays gently by your side.

Catania 12/05/2009

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