Summer sunset

Unexpected star, I'm waiting for you
to take hold of the tender verse of my unknown destiny.
The last sighs of the sunset
give an hesitating veil to your rosy enthusiasm.

The bouquet of rays that comb the summer
laid candidly with their temple
on the sunset's hearth of fire
brings to its altar
caress of rays and regrets from eternity
on a white pyre of roses
next to the walls of the old tower.
  
Simphony of white-green light
within trills of nightingales and whispers of the leafs
you're an enigmatic bird with a child's face,
its nostalgic smile wrapping
all the heralds of the dreaming worlds.