Lover
So you say
that butterflies
have no dreams
with which you give in
to be no longer dependent
of my love
which means nothing else
than a testimony
about that butterflies
can dream.
© mobar
Lover
So you say
that butterflies
have no dreams
with which you give in
to be no longer dependent
of my love
which means nothing else
than a testimony
about that butterflies
can dream.
© mobar
Shall we go back again?
to the smile of the first night
your white bed with black sheets
in the outdoor field of flowers
a report on the English radio
who made us whisper in scents
breathe deep affection
that first love was so sweet
that I did it the days after
couldn't forget
because I knew everything was different
no longer alone in my dreams
because of that smile in your heart.
© mobar