Erised's Trilogy Part One
Erised
Erised, to my wings ask your heart;
and so walking between your blue iris,
and the blue sky border,
(that) I'd weaken, forever, blue from my eyes.
Erised, to my heart need your smile,
for sealing the wind and floating between silence and visible,
leaving behind me this incessant sand
orphan of oceans,
that targets and yellows my heartbeats every time.
Erised, to my soul need your sun
to undress her from autumn disguise
to cover, in the summer, its winter skin
to remind her, it’s not here:
no frontiers in my heart to love you
no ghost with no shadow to find you
no reason of love, to give you love, my love, to tell you.
