Sometimes,
when is really quiet and dark,
I fly,
and floating beside your bed
I listen your breath
stroke your hairs tenderly
giving you silent kisses.
But,
too quick I have to move away
gazzing at the first lights of the dawn
and go back at the staticity
of the eternal rhythm of the universe,
within my unbarable darkness,
in my deep, deep loneliness.
From that starry heaven
I send you my whispers and sighs,
and make my solemn promise:
to watch over you
until the time will come
and in flesh and blood
I will finally reveal myself to you.
(c) Diana Mistera 2010
