“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
I lie down wondering where you are
praying happiness to discover the place
and remain right there, beside you.
I wish us to meet in a dream tonight
to do and say all those things
I long for, every time I touch my pillow.
I will close my eyes in a moment.
Meet me under the waterfall at the end of the woods
where the moon caresses the already sleeping shades
and the drops dance, sparkling like silver fireflies.
I’ll meet you at the feet of the nightmare tree
under its branches full of blinking ripe fears
that hit the ground turning into new hopes.
You’ll whisper the words I wish to hear
I’ll touch the lips I crave to kiss.