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My Sweet Love

Unexpectedly in the Sun
This April Sun . . . Sunshine
No sound in the air
No humdrum . . . only brief wounds
A dog barking
A mother quieting her daughter - bored
A window closing nearby
The bell ring of a postman without letters
Only the sound of the silence being broken


But it is you that I want
And I to see your face
Needing life through love . . .

To cover your world
And our desire to be . . .

Oh my love

Oh my love . . .
Is that possible to live past beyond you

Without . . .

Your passion
Your arms
Your kisses
Your devotion

And the unforgiveness
Of disappearing in thin air
When we make love?

Is that possible?

What's love have to do

What's love have to do
When one loves the wrong star?

Is there love

Is there love without freedom?
Is there a way out?
Not this dark nightmare
Between love and freedom

Shadow

Am I the shadow of awe?
The daring side of you
The one to be hidden
And used to no more?

Give me the silence of energy

Ah . . . creature of god
Might in love and grace
Feel your spirit of awe
Defy us face to face . . .

Yes, adorable presence
For both, nothing but a fence
No fire, vice splendour, engulfed
I am all creation, endless dawn . . .

Be my friend . . . my silence
Tremors, drones, please go
Hug my dreams, silent gauntlet
No roof, soaring hawk or innocent doe . . .

I am as you see . . . my own foe
Vibrant, full, me . . .
Dark empty gales, shivering? - no!
Love, my darling . . . love . . . free . . .

Ten-eleven

Ten-eleven
Dozing off . . .
Who? Not me, the Sun!
Oh, funny thing! Does it
Have a bit of blue
A bit of white
Or a bit of the sky
To send to you?

My sensual you

My sensual you
Where were you when I was waking up for love?

Sunshine

Sunshine . . . what are you doing?
Warm velvet of fire,
Can't you be mine only this moment?
I have this second to open the key of her heart
and only you can reach her . . .
Give me one of your beams, let her feel it . . .
Give her one of my hugs, a warm Tuesday one . . .
Take her safe and high to where desire is free . . .
Bring her back to me, her figure against your crest
Her sunshine beaming as much as yours . . .
Bring her back to front, to life . . .
Take her now in your morning day . . .
To moments of you, rays of freedom,
And say to her, each time she closes her eyes
That I can see her,
She, feeling me through your warm.

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Oh!
Sky, clouds
Earthy, dusty
Show me your blues
Dance . . . Toes tied
Come alone
Crude love