I feel I could never be related to owls, bats

and wolves, or other nocturnal animals.

I love at daylight to stare at the world face to face,

entirely visualizing all its beauties.

I love the sunrise that dispels the blackness,

exposing and revealing everything,

without shame, measure or prudence.

I love to feel that we’re on the road again,

to a future we aren’t aware of, but confident

in one Almighty who, closely and amorously,

hidden and discreet, maybe even shy,

drives and guides all of us.

I love the noise of people on streets and alleys,

corners and places,

jointly seeking to move the hard wheels of time.

I prefer love vows made clearly under the sun

than those made in the rapture of night passions.

I must confess that, on some sunny days,

and a blue sky,

I dream of riding the winds high and high,

looking for the lost realms of Paradise.

Published in the Sept-Oct. 2017 issue of Indiana Voice Journal.

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Published in Whispers, January 21, 2018.

http://www.whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com

Published in Tree House Arts, April 11, 2018

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This poem, and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©