Last night I caught a glimpse of real love
in the eyes of a face I had never seen before.
She touched my eyelids in a sudden impression
and wrapped my soul in a caring comprehension
of a fear gripping my being up to my chin,
of my terror that it would all be a daydream.
She then shut my mouth and told me with no words
that she would follow me
through the absurd hate of this world,
down to the peaceful haven of a complicity
that only the two of us know.
I put her face on my hand
and felt life from her breath,
she kissed my palm with the bliss
that is only child of her lips.
No loneliness deafened me
with its haunting silent roar,
a slave finally set free
as no awe embraced me anymore.
This morning I desperately had to wake up
when a freezing breeze ran smoothly on my skin,
all those scenes I had tried hard to make up
were the dodgy illusions that we foster in our dreams.