YOU...POETRY.

I

YOU ARE THE STRAIGHT CONNECTION WITH THE SOUL. 
FOOTSTEPS WITHOUT STEPS. 
A WALKER WALKS AHEAD. 
THE MULTICOLOR FOOTHPATH OF THE FLOWERS. 
ABSENT WORD THAT TALKS. 
 GRIEFS, RAVINGS, NEW BORN LOVES. 
THE LONELINESS OF SORROWFUL MEN.

 II

 YOU ARE A SLEEPING METAPHORE, 
FLYING IN AN ENCHANTED CARPET, 
WITH FANCIFUL GENIUSES. 
AN ACCORDS COLD SONG, IN RESONANT BOXES. 
INSPIRATION OF POETS AND WOUNDED BOHEMS, 
BY EMPTY WINDOWS CLOSED. 
COLORED JESTERS. 
CLEAN AIR THAT CROSSES, 
THE NIGHTTINGALES FLIES. 

 III

 YOU’RE THE PACIENT WORD, 
THELANGUISH CALM OF THE SWORD. 
THE LANGUAGE OF THE HEART...A FLY. 
THE SLOW DRIFT OF A KITE. 
THE NORTH OF A WALKER LOST. 
COMPASS OF THE HEART, OF AMUSED LOVES.

 IV

 YOU ARE THE RIVER TRENCH, TIRED BY THETIME. 
THE CALM OF THE STORM, ITS EYE. 
THE WINDS, THE WAVES. 
WITNESS OF FROZEN LOVES. 
THE TRUES…THE LIES. 
DEAD VERSES ALIVE. 

 V

 YOU ARE THE SCULPTRESS OF THE FEELINGS. 
ALONSOS AND ISABELS. 
TALKS WITHOUT WORDS. 
WHISPERING GLANCES AND SNORS, 
THE ETERNAL. 
FROM THE WOODSWALLOW ITS FLIES. 
NEW BEGININGS, THROUGH STEEP ROADS.
ABSENT GAZES AND SMILES.