I smell her fragrance
Like an apple
Ripe on the branch of life
I smell her fragrance
As though I drink a bottle of wine
I drop on red cushions
A vine grows on my arm
A branch of willow shades me
And longing carries me on a wing of light
That flaps and disappears inside a cave
Like a wounded bat
Smoke roams the corridors of my heart
I fall in a second
And fear grabs me
I despair of heaven's mercy
Scared of approaching
Scared of hoping!
She appears in my horizon like a star's gleam
It twinkles and fades
And between gleaming and fading
I miss her so much
I squeeze my longing
To drink from the cup of dream
Glimpses of happiness!
When I lay my arm around her waist
Letters fall away from my words
And the melody is mute on the violin
The echo rings in my ear
And my arm hugs the emptiness
Searching for her waist!
I see her asleep on my palm, innocent
Tied to the line of love
She melts like a drop of water
Nothing is left but some moisture
That does not quench my thirst
But awakens pain in my heart
Leaves drop
From the dry branches under her sad eyes
I swing on the branches and they snap
I fall
Some deep cracks moan inside me
I return to the river of childhood to wash my heart
In hers
A river of sorrow flows!
When I watch her feminine walk
When I hear her spontaneous laugh
Time stops
I draw in my heart
Some lines of an unfinished dream
A glimpse of happiness for an aging child!
I smell her fragrance like an apple
My sinful hand stretches out to her
Waiting for the fated moment
Waiting for the coming fall!
(7/1/2005)
