a poem - a flower


"There is a flower I have found,
there is a smile I have kissed
and I want to keep on my hands
the flower that has kissed me"
 -
She hides from the sunlight
away in a dark garden
 where her brown eyes
cannot see mine.

Her name I cannot tell
reserved to the Gods it is
as from heaven to hell
all beauty and danger she is.

All what she wants is
a caress on her face
while the wind and sun sing
these magic words to her.

and as the time goes
the flower slowly rises everyday
to smile to the sun
and let herself be hold on my hands...
                                             C.L.

Untitled XXXIII. From the series The solitude of delirium.