Waiting for the sun

Alone.

Chained to the reflection of a sky

that has your taste.

It has your taste

when it kisses the sea, slowly,

fearing the emotion

of a confused wave that

runs away,

and doesn’t turn back.

Alone.

Trying to catch a thought,

in the race against the clock

of those spoilt clouds,

looking at my reflection in a glow

that is also yours.

Alone.

And I tremble,

while the simple

and perfect light falls,

revealing the enchantment

of your face,

stealing the memory of a soul

that is still mine.

Alone.

Waiting for the sun.

D.D.