Of Muses And Other Ghosts

(7 march 1988)

Perhaps You...


You,
spilling your tears on my cheeks...
what if some day
you fall in love with someone else?
What would happen to my heart then,
if I give it all to you?

What if you fall in love with some stranger, while asleep,
waking up, would it make your love for me
go astray?

What if I fall after another one with red lips,
would you still carry my heart
in your gentile palm,
clipping it's wings,
or would you let it fly?

A thunder.
The sky is not blue anymore,
but still beautiful.
It's time,
but the sun is not blushing.
Perhaps rain comes
so that you stay here
with me...
she sais.

Perhaps.

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013
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