i will tint with emotions
every hidden moan of yours,
to make you smile.
i will see the tenacity that rises shine.
i will write with silence
every escape from your secret island,
to give you wings of freedom.
i will know to wait for you
anywhere in the world.
i will traverse the imperious sky
crossing your stormy unrest,
to give you courage.
i will have a safe haven
to support you.
i will untie every rope that strongly
binds you to the trunk of resignation,
to make you breathe spring gently.
i will be a blooming garden
for your memory.
i will hold in my hands
the crumbs of your tears,
to preserve them in the light of faith.
i will preserve words to illuminate.
i will burn under the soles of fate
the limits that isolate your fragility,
to make you strength in the voice
of the heart when it rebounds.
i will listen to every blink
of your eyelashes.
i will kiss every drop of pain
that oozes from the clamor
of anger that shatters patience,
to help you find sweet rest.
i will love your lips rising again.
then, I will offer you my hand of soul
to let you read my sincere love,
to make your heart beat again
in the gaps of life’s breaths,
that will surprise you once more,
arching joy in your dreams,
in your eyes that have cried
too much the bitterness in life,
for a galaxy of disappointments.
if only you break every mist
that clouds all your weakness.

laura Lapietra ©