I feel I could never be related to owls, bats
and wolfs, or other nocturnal animals.
I love at daylight stare at 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 prudency.
I love to feel that we’re on the road again,
to a future we aren’t aware of, but confident
in one Almighty that, 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 hard wheels of time.
I prefer love vows done clear under the sun
than those by the rapture of night passions.
I must confess that, on some sunny days,
and blue a sky,
I dream to ride the winds high and high,
looking for the lost realms of Paradise.
Scheduled for publication in the Sept-Oct. 2017 issue of Indiana Voice Journal.
This poem, and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©