LAST CYCLE © 2008
If there are magnificent moments, sharing is one of them,
Where little else matters, beyond the simple and beautiful gestures.
Yours, in a festive tone, are the scattered essence,
In the thousands of words that echo through the forest.
If there are perfect moments, you are one,
Your presence dims the light of any other flame.
All others become obsolete and distant,
When, in your being, I find the vibrant moments.
You, in the simplicity of existence,
Are the verse that makes the world re-emerge.
And so, in the moments that envelop you,
Everything unnecessary dissolves.