at the end of the night

at the end of the night
your breath in my breath
is like the sound of the waves caressing the beach
summertime
low tide, soft sand
the good heat arises

  end of the night
my breath in your breath is like the sound of the wind
  through closed blinds
autumn
sinuous  hills, mist
the harvest is waiting still

early morning
your breath in my breath
is like a violins solo rising slowly and  flying over the hurricane of passions
and singing
  the new sun is high is time to go away

early morning
my breath in your breath
is like the beat of drums that extends like a carpet, a meadow
singing
the roots will give you the strength to go far   

end of the night
early morning
our breath
it is a symphony
and together
together
again
we go
 
we go
as waves of the sea
as autumn wind
nothing else we know


Marco Bo
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