Wished to Wish You
Wake me good morning
to wish you a good evening,
leaving him noisy along with the young breeze
Let your blue hair glow
putting the most beautiful red poppies in it
born somewhere in the Endless Width.
Wish me a good night to give you a nice dream
born in my left blue eye,
and he will live in your right eye to the purple
Here I have resurrected a daylight
For you to recollect a remembrance!
So do not listen to the shadows around you
who just whisper empty prayers without meaning
They do not know they are still
that your tomorrow, was born in my yesterday.
Maybe I have still words not proven
maybe you’ve got still paths not gone
but they will leave them for the unborn ae
where he is still waiting for the rainbow to pass.
Hug your silence precisely when you see the fear in your dame as frightfully looking at the Champs Elysees.