the warm sky in the twilight 
reflection on the sea
in slanderous clap 
it still shines from infinity,
a scratching veil of melancholy
bows slowly
on the rock of my heart, 
draining every single trickle 
warm light to illuminate me 
in the questions that are asked,
without question that you ask,
by watering down courage. 
there is no peace that you tell 
a fable that, like a torch,
you charm me like author magic
to make me glimpse a new dawn,
a breath of hope in the shadows,
revealing the hidden force
among the foils to make me be reborn
he will be in my clear sky.

laura Lapietra ©