She put the light in his eyes
and he arrived waking up springs,
how my moon touched my window
so that with the wings he would pick me up.
She has the key to this door
to find the place where I keep
my virtues, my evils, my dementias,
all my excellences and my failures.
With me for life and I with her
has told joys and sorrows
between the storm always the calm,
It is all truth, it is light, it is soul.
I look at it and I do not know what is the time
I remember that coffee? That moment
and come back again that afternoon
the echo of his voice to name him.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)