While outside
drops of water
slide on misted over
windows
and the early fog
covers delicately
the outline of the lake
my mind
free in the wind
wanders in the passages of my memory
looking for a flash
maybe just a faint
sunlight
I desire
to be plunged by the color
by the intense scent
of flowery fields
the fire crackling
in the huge fireplace
interrupts my intimate moment
shadows
like a dance of phantoms
casted on the ceiling
all my senses
attentive
waiting
maybe for a magic event
a sudden thunder
guides the rationality back
to the greyness of the day
to the slow
passing of time
