A Love Poem


The sight of wings beating
The scene with cats sitting
On gravel on which a tree is growng
Always on the same path creating
The view from my balcony

There I was standing wondering
How I could impress you
With my Love
When I saw the third cat emerging
From underneath that maple tree

Forming a triangle
Embracing that tree
That loveable tree

I determined that with my will
I shall remember this scene
With what shall I remember this scene
With memory or with words
Is a painting then better than all?

It was chilly for a vernal morning
But there were sounds of life recurring
The knick knacking and the knock knocking
Of men and women passing
In this wild styled symphony

There I was standing wondering
How I could help you
My sweet love My honeychild
Sent from the heavens falling
Into both my arms for free

Roma 10 3 2007