Talk about love
while a gentle mist
delicately envelops
the reeds
watching millions of stars
light up
there where the lake
talks to the dream
how much I want to shout
but people don’t have ears
to listen
to the madness
of an ageless heart
Star of my dream
that keeps on smiling
I hope I will ride the clouds
wearing a tin armour
crazy funny warrior
armed only of my pen
and of that hindsight
never found
I hope love will always be pure
every moment of my life
for every page
of the new day
that rise
where my thought
gets lost
