Lullabies Assault

Lullabies Assault​

Suggestive morning: there is a slight smell
of thalamus, of nest and careness.

Blandishments like lullabies assault
of a sun whose virtuous sunrise
show me a smile of pleasure
to give its candor back to the sky.

The scoop arrives in the gentle wind
of a natural green that must be
color of a hope without malice,
which erases the sadness of yesterday
in our chaste love where the sun begins
with chants of silver bells tolling.

My interior in this hour I deepen:
I am a fire of your love under your spell.


Cordially,

Ulpiano

 

Thanks, dear friend Marcos for your beautiful commentary.

A great huge,

Ramiro