There's a book of new poems on my
desk.
In them everything is so simple and
clear.
The yellow sun, green trees,
The blue sky and love of the poet
Who so savours the delights of his happiness!
That he does not suspect you exist.
He lives by your side and does not know
That much light that is in your eyes
That much warmth that is in your palms,
That much music that is in your voice,
That much beauty and tenderness that is in your body
When we are no longer alive
Your children will read the lines
And find
That the greatest wonder in the world
Is to become for another
The sky as well as the sun as well as
the music as well as the flower...
February, 1999