Cecilia

You stand there birds flying above
When you turn unmindful
River stops for a while and bends
The moment passes into your eyes
And you, with the tree, spreading branches
Felt the wind, it is coming from
And there is a rock your hands upon it
Came from earth traveling long
And you listening the frozen whisper
But there is no window to open
So you go near a tree and touch
And a leaf comes to you, smell is still there
Keep the leaf inside you diary
Where you wrote, eyes breathing light slowly
And lips curving like a river’s bed
You stand there birds flying above
And your cloud sailing unmindful