Submerged In Fantasy

Written by: iolanda Scripca

Don't wake me up with whispers devastating Soul
Eyelids? Two petals of withered, love-thirsty rose
I dance in white and black with fins in Paradise
 Ephemeral Self defending Purity of nameless cloud...

Don't trace my steps contouring our Dark horizons 
HE watched through branches when we played “Sunset”
I told a homeless seagull: “ You know? Don't need to suffer
I'm growing gills of Hope... submerged in Fantasy...

(photo is on my Wall on Facebook...)