Hi!

I’d only need
         a handful of the dew —
The cool autumnal dew
         that chills my fingers
Which I’d get from the terrace…
         I would linger
Before tiptoeing back,
         awaking you!
Who was that wizard
         from fey far-off lands
That tied you up
         with silky charmed ropes?
When did you bend
         under the heavy blows
Of fate
         and shadows of past regrets?
I can’t decipher words
         that pass your lips
In sleep —
         the same as I can’t ever pick up
All pearls from the sea bed…
         what were you drinking
That cast you
         into such a leaden sleep?
And me, I’d stay awake
         the whole night —
To magic up
         a harp from all-time woes,
To gently pluck its strings,
         as if to lure
Or wake you up…
         Or, better yet, invite
To wake up
         to the happiness and dreams,
To the Earth’s attraction,
         feminine in essence!
… I’d wash with dew your thundery brow
         to raise you,
My “Hi!” being
         as gentle as sunbeams.