Dewy Loves
I’m wearing on my shoulders
the coquettish autumns, as jewels,
the green singing of the bird with the wide open wings,
when the cunning destiny
gathers us again into a syllable,
it rains with soft snowfalls over the blue hours.
Then I’m carrying
the Gate key
in my quiet hands,
the boundless horizon, lost in thoughts,
that a long time ago gagged the fate again,
love shyly putting words in lines.
Dewy Loves are knocking at the Gate,
stars with white porcelain knees,hastly
putting make-up on its awakened eyelid,
because the love in us is waiting
smouldering on the road like a volcano.
Liliana Liciu
Poetess
Bucuresti , Romania
