Light

With closed eyes,because this burning light, The clouds will go beyond the golden day, And sun will rest in your hair, a playful ray, But blue will stretch a hand to inner sight; Some dreams are riding yet, the friendly pony. Neighbors: the fairy`s breasts in joyous rest; With closed eyes, the morning wind will test And run a bee along no time wet honey; Old summer buried its face in gentle light and sand; Some dreams grew like shinning clouds above By covering the castles,then a part of our beach; No wind to run them , except a tender hand. The taste of salt and sea are slowly speaking love; While changeable waves, to blond laughs reach...