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Poetry per dream

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Ennio Forina <ennioforina@gmail.com>	22:25 (4 minuti fa)
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BEFORE THE NIGHT ENDS

I dreamed of waking up 

with you beside me in bed

before the new dawn arose,

and I didn’t want you to wake up, 

from the warmth of your rest

nor did I want to turn off your dreams

that I was seeing shining like clouds

of hovering erratic fireflies,

circling above your scattered hair

then spilling onto your pillow 

so full of hidden dreams

then I saw your breasts heaving in a gentle tide

like the waves rise

pushed by the pulsing heart of the sea,

releasing its salty breath.

And I didn’t want to wake you up, my Love,

lest I’d wake myself up,

by this dream,

from thevision of profound enchantment.

I sensed in your soft forms

under the fresh, white fabric

soaked in your fragrance,

adhering to it in the mystical nocturnal mood.

And then I took a corner of the sheet

sliding gently it over your smooth skin

that immediately flooded the room 

with the soft light of you,

and I saw you shining in the calm, pale light

that illuminates the true dreams, that only true lovers 

can reveal to the Moon, 

which she collects and guards

in her secret casket.

It was you, my love, bathed in calm light,

in the deep velvet blue of the night,

It’s your world I imagined touching 

transforming my hands into travelers 

just to go over the landscape of your body, 

delicately sliding my fingers into the forest 

of your golden long, loose hair,

over the hills of your breasts, rising to the petals 

of your slightly parted lips, 

breathing your breath, and eager to drink

springs of copious streams of saliva 

that bathes the vibrant, thirsty mouth 

yearning I think my deep kisses, 

then go through the wide plains of your belly, and back, 

ascending the hills of the cheeks of your ass, 

and again on the daring slopes of your legs, 

till reaching the bold descent

of your womb, where they fall 

into your hidden, mysterious recesses

just to announce my crave, 

and asking for the warm hospitality 

in all your secret rooms.

I was doing this while the night lingered, pending,

so as to not interrupt yet my journey

in the silence of every annoying and unhealthy noise,

and listening only instead to the rehearsal 

of the soft sounds of restful safe life in nests,

hidden among the grass of the meadows or the treetops

swept only by a caressing breeze. 

While, like the host of the powerful star,

a line of light appeared on the horizon, 

announcing the incipient great representation 

of life arising from the sleep.

There I see you, awoken at the call of light 

emerging like a vestal from the sheets, 

taking a shred of dark night cloak

studded still with bright vibrating stars,

so to reveal fully the flaming Star

beginning to establish its empire of light.

without which there would be no life and dreams at all.

You my Love,

 you are light that enlightens the light more,

you exalt every horizon behind you,

every landscape, every ocean, 

every night sky, 

like a galaxy dragging uncountable stars, 

in its unknown fate

spinning in space

 swallowing all the lover’s dreams 

in her creative vortex

inexplicable and yet revealed.

just witness of my dreaming love for You.

Ennio Romano Forina