I stop for a moment,
captured between light and shadow.
I think I'm dreaming.
Suddenly the flames rise,
illuminating everything around us.
We are between orange, yellow and red,
but the indigo of your eyes,
I feel fixed on my figure.
There's no better desire than this;
you who look at me,
losing yourself.
And I, too.
I wake up:
the sea is high,
it is stirring;
I go back every year I lived,
and like a blink of an eye it passes immediately.
The sun is rising,
while the sea is calming down.
But you are gone,
so I close my eyes,
and find you again.
It is a dream, a beautiful dream.
The flames still don't stop,
continue to grow.
You are not afraid,
but you look at me smiling,
as if nothing had happened.
I open my eyes again,
and you're gone.
But why? Why do you only appear in my dreams?
The sun came back to kiss us,
the sea is sparkling;
we could also take a relaxing bath.
But this sea,
albeit blue,
it's not like your eyes;
The most beautiful indigo I've ever seen,
the indigo that captured me,
the indigo I love.
That imaginary indigo.
I turn around,
with my back to the world,
and this time you're really there.
My eyes blinded,
they see you very well: strange,
yet, I see you so clearly...
The sun is gone,
the clouds killed him,
and the storm has silenced us.
The moments that time forgets,
still remain in the dream of the past,
our beautiful dream,
to tell and relive.
And I will tell and live your eyes again,
the most beautiful thing ever seen.
M.F.
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PoetryI thought of sharing poems with my readers that I started writing mainly for the birthdays of my friends and family, but now I'm writing everything and more, for anyone. I hope you like them and make you passionate!
