by Walter William Safar
There She stood,
the upright
fir,
In the evening site,
Moist and warm
under the touch of the
moon.
The turquoise evening
dress
entwined her slim
waist,
The look of woman
in the cold
in the dreamlit evening
waking up
and offering herself
to the Moon, to touch
her hair
with its lips,
the Moon,
who, distant to the world,
doesn't know how to cry,
Whose only game,
In summer or winter,
is to passionately and silently
kiss
the fir,
Whisper the secrets of the sky and
play the turquoise
harp
Praising eternal love
So someone would kiss her too
from the sky
and to the sky.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
BIOGRAPHY, WALTER WILLIAM SAFAR. Kepler poet, fiction writer and playwright. He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including “ The Gamble And The Ghost”, “The Ultimate Voyage”, “Queen Elizabeth2”, “ The Devil’s Architect”, "Leaden fog", "Chastity on sale", "Above the clouds", "The scream", "The negotiator". Plays: “Brothers”, “Birdman”, as well as a book of poems, titled "Against All Streams”, “The Boy With Silver Tears”…
Last updated January 25, 2012