in the morning i wake
with the beating of a drum you command inside me
casted away are dying stars
pithed slowly from every dark corner of this box
in search of my coming love
to see you so new in the wondrous smell in my mind
i reach for you
cherry blossom butterfly cross amaranthine rose
crescent light, my guidance
through arctic valleys and desert troughs through and through
i find you
STAI LEGGENDO
amaranthine
Poesiawritten for a tender love by a well-known poet in the soft sheets of a bed in rome's morning sun
