Tecelã de Sonhos - Poesia D'água

The Fox

somnolent eyes and rosy cheeks
fresh out of feverish slumber
slow lenient awakening
wrapped warm in linen sheets.

the dream still is fresh
and oh so vivid on her dark eyelids
still violet-scented and wet with pearly-tears.
and the soft hum still swirls
as autumnal winds
at the tip of her dancing tongue,
and the fragments of love
are buried deep on her melting core.

the dream, delirium-soaked
was mistful with elder valleys
a forest all too endless
and a sea never still.
fields of lilium auratum
and bright marigolds
covered the low-lands
with a pristine aureate glow.

- she walked through brown soil,
barefooted and fearless,
caring for the stars as a loving mother
while befriending the graceful red foxes.

she ran after the sorrowful shadow
of a girl hummining with grief,
slipping through the forest
as if she walked the path
a thousand times before.

a violet on one hand,
a lyre on the other...
she followed to the high mountain
while the marine breeze carried flowers to and fro,

she hummed again
one last time
before falling upon the rocky shore,
of a sea so restless,
that carried her corpse away.
under the mild blue waves she'll go
and rise forth from foam
as dear aphrodite,
did once many a time before.

on love's wings she sleeps away,
a buttery dream comes again,
lenient sappho now rests - alive again.
and so do i, who slept so tender,
to wake up,
to the sweetsounding fox,
scratching at my white door.