Hide and Seek (pensivité)
I wrapped in a bright landscape
However, a gray area often blazes
My secret leanings alarmed her clear eyes
The tree has left the distant
The setting becomes iridescent suddenly
The forest calls me
What dawn ?
A poem moment
Pause next
I rec O the suppliant she said of a past time
To see you again.
How love is joy that has a word
love, how life leads us astray to its star siding.
We are the flesh of a sea dreams yet still separates the lovers.