I want you to know that, each late night,
when I go to bed, alone,
in a huge empty cold bedroom,
I stare at the sky of my dreams.
Forming clouds of many silent questions,
I gladly fall asleep.
I want you to know that, each early morning,
I witness the “kiss-goodbye”,
between the moon and the sun.
I stare at the sky of my reality,
Proofreading all the silent answers,
Given to me by God.
I want you to know that, since I’ve meet you,
I’ve created my own little world of beauty.
My soul sings from very far way,
Aching the absence of your lips on mine,
smelling the fresh pink lilies,
inventing the Promised Land
of blossoming flowers.
March 13, 2021