Before we depart,
under the lights of the stars,
smoking some cigars,
shall we dream together
the piece of peace?
that we greed,
towards the heart's felice.

A vicinity of ours,
pickled with blueberries and cakes,
and scented chocolates;
a melody that we knew,
to the piety's rue,
shall we seek through
the world we blue?

Like keats...
Shall we sing our mysteries,
unknown to the trees?
and sleep in our place-
the magic paradise.

Before we depart,
Shall I reach by you
from those distance dew?
to shadow us to the greens,
that paints in its million leaves,
our prayers to the sun-
the love's miniature.


And yet the day we depart,
Shall we promise us a memory,
that we dreamed together?
to hold us one last time,
to kiss each other's pink,
and speak our last words,
for an eternal bliss.

Before the love's end, to cherish the million little in us;
At the cease, to reverie the same for wide long years....

© thepoetharri