Wings

I am a broken flight,
The undetermined music of two wings,
A naked step on a hot palm,
A smile lost in your laugh...
I am an open window ready for your dreams.

I wait for you on my white island,
wanting to lay my head in your hands.

You are the evening with teary eyes
crying for the clearness of the stars which tremble painfully inside me.
You are my whispers offered to you.
You are the spring with flowering hands, spreading apricot branches
in every window of my frightened eyes waiting for you.
You are the fiery breath of poppies in August, binding my storms
with so many sunrises for your love.
You are the open eye to the darkness of my soul.
Under your watch, my love,
the broken wings of my dreams are healed.