Here is brand new poem that I wrote last night before I fell asleep after 2.00 a.m.
In these dark moments,
when the only sound that breaks the silence
is coming from the pen that moves on the pages of a note book,
and I'm lying alone in my bed
staring at the poster
that is hanging on the wall,
I can almost see how your chest moves
while you are breathing,
and feel how your eyes are drawing a map
out of the lines of my body.
And when I after one moment
fall asleep,
you'll step down from the frames
and sneak into my bed.
You lay next to me
whispering "se thelo san trelos" into my ears,
and in a second you can make
the sheets feel like fire on my skin.
Oh these crazy dreams,
these wild fantasies.
These nightly moments when my mind is wondering around lost,
over and over again.
And I'm enjoying every moment we have together,
day after day, I'm loving the night more and more
and secrectly wishing that the dawn would never come.
You, me and the warm embrace of the night,
restless heart, endless longing
and the pen that moves on the pages of the notebook.
Emilia-2006
