Like I flowered in front of you.

Air of a positive persistence, of confidence,
of sweet repose. The sudden happening,
I realized when smashing into my mind,
and entered as an unexpected guest
in that burning evening,
taught me the knowledge of myself
the core of my being.

You came from a mind flooded with images.
You stumbled before me on my road
on the very foundation of my life.
Your footsteps beat followed me,
solemnly you touched my chinbone
like you knew me from before,
like I flowered in front of you.

Quivering, you hold my delicate wrist
stroke my patches of hair behind the ears
and lifted kindly my face
as for the time of the first kiss.
Shudder seized me,
so violently that I lost my balance
and flicked the mind empty again
in the overwhelming exposing gallantry.

All what happened within me
in that insane moment
that presiding over the scene,
and with a galloping inferiority
I have to face and keep back,
pushing it round the next corner
passing a threshold and tell myself
that this has never happened.

Although, It did, and gently became
the garment, that dressed my life,
devouring me,
catching all my energy,
sometimes burning, sometimes chilly,
but always the aiming prism
that set the glare in my eyes
of the inexpressible compassion,
the Magic of Love and Life.

February 2016 k.c.