Last night
dewdrops fell
in a slow mist
on the closed lips
of the delicate buds.
In the intimate
bed of flowers,
under the scarf
of the blue night,
the dewdrops gave wings
to fairy tales.
A pair of twin souls
swimming in the gentle
chaos of the heart,
weighing the sky
on their delicate wings.
Last night,
it was a full moon.
Last night,
dreams were luminous.
Last night,
I was with you...
in my dreams....in my thoughts.....in my subconscious.
