These
silver sparkles of the night - all over my finger tips that I massage in my
hair
The Sun
casting its shadows on the underwater lakes that it makes me dream I swim in
The moments
from my piggy bank, I had saved all through life to live at the right time
The
flashes, nicely baked in the past re-appear
Lost and
found meanings of the words of the poems that I can rewrite
And keep
babbling and get up in the middle of the night and laugh hard
The sea
breeze of the summer evenings overlooking the orangey skies and several boats
at the horizon
Touching your
face with my warm hands for all those winters I waited for you to be here
And the
interesting accidents that you are ready to volunteer to
And laugh. Lots
of laughter. Together. With your hands on mine.
And lots of
love.
Excuse me,
when is a right time to re-live life?
