The miracle

Inside my soul
The golden Autumn of Vivaldi resounds
The wind and the rain come up against the windows
golden, red, green, maroon leafs
rise on every path
in every color
a scream.

I'm standing in front of you, naked,
it's warm inside, upon the table
the hot wine steams, the vapours rise among the chrysantemums.
You're standing in front of me, like a miracle.

Do you know how it's like to face a miracle?
Your soul sings
your soul greedily gobbles
every look
through your pupils the light slips
your iris is full of sweet questions
like the summer fields are full of skylarks.

You were gone away.
I've found you in the rain,in the fog
on a bench, amidst a garden
were the roses are still in bloom
sprinkled by the rain,
smiling among the multicolour blossoms,
november's roses.

Your smile was sparkling
like a pearled ring.

We will drink the cups of hot wine,
the music will keep on flowing
from us, filling the world,
there are so many dimmensions of real,
why can't we see ourselfs
in the beginning's dimmension.

Please don't leave,
if you leave please don't promise you'll come back.
Come back as a miracle
when your solitude tears me down like a bulldozer,
come back surprising as the joy of a holiday
come back as the music of white and pink  blossoms
like the music of the glassy branches
like the music of the raw green's smell
like the music of the time when the cranes are back.
Don't promiss you'll come back,
I hope I'll find you bathing in the sun
somewhere,
where miracles
like you
happen.