Part of the Breeze
Do you know how smooth and
pale comes love in an strange hour,
unannounced unplanned for,
like the warm breeze of a lost spring?
Love makes humans of us all.
The stoned mean spirits of our heart
are suddenly turned into red roses, children,
as we enter a Kingdom one more time,
with no fear & no fright,
no darkness & the Night.
How sensual this new Kingdom seems,
With the person we love in our dreams.
Like a trip through our fantasy,
like the skies, like the sea.
And you may continue,
if the breeze is one of the few.
If it is true.
You must believe in it.
06.07.1998
The Black Wolf