Gray and black clouds gazed in the pit
Where many beings felt it was real.
Beneath the spotless pillow of calmness
There came a kiss so true I could feel.
Unawake the dove to see it forfeit;
Warmth of thy lips unveils something;
Bloody red, love. Love? Stricken sweetness
Brought the past of dream back, hurls up everything.
Touch the softness of innocence, and reveal:
A kind so pure, seraphic and enticing…
The thoughts dwells, and remained, left
So mysterious, a world full of wondering.
Unpetrified from this phantasm conveys a seal,
That marked the blankness of the first kiss!
Nay, the sweet summer scent, the first dew of the morning:
All dwells inside, I surely never miss!
Oh, but the mirth that was here, it became a judge:
As I woke up, everything was a mirage.
30th of November, 2006
© 2012, J.B. Tamayo