My muse whom I seek.
Your voice is a distant sound of the creek.
Listen, I know that thou
That whistle of the ancient winds that blow warm in the valleys.
You have a sculpted body in substance apricot tender,
Still, smooth.
Eccentric matter magnetically irresistible.
I play you as the dew,
Wayward,
Traverse the rose in the mornings of autumn
And spring.

When you come and suddenly kiss me, are my beloved.
I transpose myself to a dream
And we are flying, you levitate.
When you are absent,
Even if briefly,
I begin to fall, freefall.
My dream world is shattered.
Consciousness fades and the sun is painted black.
I see nothing without your light.
Without your sent, sweet in your hair, I feel nothing.
In fact, without you I am stone cold.
I can not move.
My life,
That certainly is you,
Has gone.
I'm numb. I'm asleep,
But there are no dream. Everything is thick darkness.

But when you returned,
Great joy fills my heart.
This feeling is permeating everything that was empty.
White clouds descends a gentle rain that soaks the parched ground.
And then,
That rock is again a passionate, living being.

My body and yours become one
Of the divine fire stolen by men long time ago.
The moon and the great star does not exist.
Everything is silver and gold in amalgam.
Everything is light because there is no weight and no guilt.
The senses, sensations, stress the days and nights and they lose the time.

So, I realize that your eyes are an infinite abyss of a inexplicable color.
And you will ask with your mouth, your lips red and soft.
Yes no doubt,
You will ask me as you do all the time.
You will ask me if I want you to be mine.
But thou knowest the deepest, unchanging truth:
The fragrant fields of flowers blooming do not change place,
And just like them,
My love is always the same because it belongs to you.