THE UNFITTED WATERMILL

Oh! Thou show up in this a dream called life.

Oh! Elusive reminiscence of thy mornings,
caught up in a dream, shown on the screen,
reflecting just thy way, at a corner got lost,
thus I erratically followed, to thy gaze.

I wish I could forget me, down deep in thine clear eyes,
and sail thy smile my sail, in thy silence’s arrived,
a dream within a dream, sun-colored by thy skin,
thy hair’s such a smell, blown up so by thy breath.

Not finished yet, my dream´thout thee.