Here and there are words, waiting to become

mirrors of you, sounds of your vanity,

the words are never enough to satisfy

the love of which you are longing,

This beauty in the tenderness of a face

within the heart of a flame,

The time-signature of your emotion

on the emptiness of the page,

I dreamed among the lakes and mountains

happy in the complexion of a landscape,

Between the sky and the light.