L'aura del Campo

In my sleep [189]

In my sleep

Your gentle breezes cooled my fever.
Your ice-cold fingers probed my pain.
I dreamed for centuries while you massaged
my ennui—and banked my embers.

Let me rest beyond complaint.
I've gained the wisdom winds and waters bring.
I'll float upon your iceberg seeking sun,
until you melt. Until you're done.

And then I'll blaze anew, my lava
swinging around a distant sun.
You'll forever melt my dreams, Zmitri.
Until once again we meld as one.

© Kåre Enga (23.jui.2017.zm) Lexi#2 [174.189]