Sunrise

I have passed ...

through the mirage of the wall

the train whistle as it was leaving

the faint smile of the kiss

through the unspoken memories

to the kindness of the silence

in the wet embrace of the shame

behind the wet rainy window

in the shelter of your caressing words

I have composed a new line. 

I close my eyes, 

there is your glance,

with a world of narcissus scents

and counted breaths

from the bed of the heart

that cried the poem

in the moonlight of its nights,

I dedicate my serenade to you

because love 

is a simple sunrise of your gaze 

slipping on my body