Could it be?
Could it be
that you are dreaming of me?
Now that our summer smiles
along the fragrant avenues
of clear starlit nights
have turned inwards
to light our lonely hearts...
Now that the memories
rise within our minds
flooding every empty moment
of sterile ache and longing…
Could it be
that you are dreaming of me?
Do you see?
Autumn tests its power
on the first leaves
blushing in twilight’s glow.
In solemn pirouettes
they ride the wind’s blow,
like hushed whispers
they fall, they fall.
A crepuscular sadness
runs through my veins
keeping my heart
in its cold violet grip.
Yet Love’s soundtrack
along our soul strings
can’t be erased, ever …
My thoughts focus on you
where life’s charm is rooted.
And I wonder!
While this world turns
around the sun alternating
our days and our nights,
we too are in constant motion.
Whether awake or asleep
our souls’ connection
knows of no separation.
Of no seasons …
It knows of life’s beauty …
and I wonder!
Could it be
That you are dreaming of me?
Could it be?
Love,
Margherita
