Light crosses my mind and the dreams
veils are thrown down,
the rivers flow slowly to the sea and
take my memories of the eve.
What dear Father is this fire
that burns in my veins,
this swift wind
that expands my chest,
this little dizziness of
deep happiness,
tumbling around
my soul walls...
Your fire is sweet,
and deep hot chocolate
abysm of peace,
your fire my Lord
is the water in my veins,
the salt in my skin,
the perfect moment
when I see you peaking on me.
Your fire my Lord
puts a smile in my face,
small wrinkles in my eyes,
an abysm of love in my chest.
Your fire my Lord
is seen your face
with eyes that do not see,
listen to your voice
with ears that don`t hear
is feeling your love
with all my being.
© Irina Cevallos
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