Cherished Desires

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.

(Written on March 20, 2017)