there are winters burning sometimes in snow
stronger than an emotion
on the sea board in the summer

there are ideas setting down in the morning
lull asleep by a flower song
when the wind is playfully blowing

there are clouds colored in blue
on white and honey fills
living the chimerical nightfall

there are stones yearning
to dream to catch
the water passion only for them

there are waters that flee on the frenzy
touching the sky and wishing
to be light

there are whispers living in soul shadow
that kindle as a candle
in the boundless longing thrill.

and there are silences
that blossom as the leaves
in the hearts touching
themselves as the hands.