as I walked out of the evening
all I felt was anticipation air surround
the ground cold under my feet
holding my body in warmth and hope
finding balance by reaping from the heat
of wishing to have her sight within instants
to embrace tightly a smile in the inside
to distort all shapes of remembrances
to fall into her world and again
having her eyes sheltered in the intimate
of this secret scenery where we live on
missing the seconds in isolation, feeding from touching
but I have seen a sunlight flare
waving its sentiments within a singing
vaguely to my hearing, old to my memories
in the most intense flushing for my eyes
and in such bliss I have been living these endless mementos
thither, from where I might not envision the very right moment
although I shall distinguish whence my will is always calling
for that is ever and overmore seven thirty-five...
to Isis - my most beautiful surprise.
