I WILL BE...
And when the final silence is just over
when I've dispersed around all of my memories
my heart will have become a fissured aureole
and will be bare from the hard-wind blowing
Then I'll be pure , I'll belong to noone
I'll be an empty sheet- expecting you
and all the water-lilies will have blossomed
and there'll written loving poems ,too...
Then will you come when I am so much pure ?
to be the one to write on that white sheet
to bring the crystal clear to my morning
to give my lips the feeling that they breathe...
:-)