music

Dreaming of a sandy beach
where the breeze is cold
and your hands are mine

Hummingbirds sailing
in the sky
and a transparent bridge called
you and I

Repose your soul, little child
Leave me just enough space
To stay around
to glide with you
Here, there,
In a place called everywhere.

Dreaming of a little house
far from the sky, in a curvy
street and wild flowers
smells of sea salt and enough room
for you to hold me tight
under the stars

Dreaming of senses
That are winter, spring, fall and summer
an artist’s palette that’s full of meanings
and oceans of textures

Dreaming of a small boat
to take us away
in an orange and violet sunset
that is a dream just unlike
the ones we had
thousands of nights before
we encountered ourselves
and became
music and prose.