My Soul and I

My soul and I walk together by the Green lawn Beyond the hill slope where the daffodils bloom, And We sit amid the cypress roots every dawn Until the sky reveals the first shades of the moon, Reading a book with marble cover, My soul and I. My soul and I repeat the words a hundred times, The wind scatters dead leaves and the lines To faraway lands and maybe different climes Where lovers sleep while the sun pines, Entangling the fingers of our hands, my soul and I. My soul and I draw with the tip of our fingers Figurines on our skin which only we can recall, relishing the music from a memory that lingers, there is no reason to delay until the nightfall closing her lips with my lips, my soul and I. My soul and I read a book under a tree alone.