S., Read the Road

the steps, the clouds, the traces, the shapes, the bends, the slopes, the names, the sun, the waves. 

And so on.
The shades, the blurs, the scars, the footprints, the stars, the paces, the leaves, the tears, the sails 

and walk
listening to the sound of your laughter. 

And go
off to celebrate the magpies, to blow their song.

The words to be shared, the trees to be made, the souls to be said.
The dream to be- 

li(e)ved.

And come.
For a glance, on holidays, for a minute of beauty. That lasts.

To be. To you. To trust. To stay. To me. To find.
To linger on. For good.

Smile and smell and rest and feel and watch and touch and look for and hear and taste and cuddle
(because the room is warm).

To sleep long, whisper loud.
To slow. To fly. To grow...
bright size life

for the foreign lovers to feel at home.

Sí, read it all.

And then, dance yourself into the wonder,
open and here: the promise of every day

that dawns.

Blink for joy


                            (said the green bird)