Often, my sleep is a vast sky

in which I find myself sailing

like a seagull with wounded wings

for the many harsh, unknown

and distant horizons explored.

Wings shaped by the whirling winds 

that have weathered many storms

and that still know how to lead him

across the paths of the sky.

Yet he still takes flight, 

levitates, twirls, defying 

and nimbly exploiting the currents,

standing out the same,

proud among many other byrds 

that with their new unharmed wings,

still unaware of storms, 

indolent and lazy fly only in circles, 

to show their pride and skill

mocking the neglected horizons.

He knows that by continuing 

to spread his wings,

new strong feathers will grow, one by one, 

to pursue far away destinations

and to still face more storms to be, 

and yet will fill his eyes 

with the colors of all the skies 

and the many adverse seas.

So now, the wounded wings of my heart

beat in a different space

where only the soul driven by the power

of love is allowed to navigate

because love is just 

another immense sky to fly within,

that makes the dreams of those 

who know and want to fly in it come true,

but not on wings left folded too long

that would  no longer be able of leading

any soul and heart,

into the wondrous and infinite 

sky of Love.

You are now the horizon 

toward which I want to fly.

You are the ocean to cross 

to reach the dreaming land 

that’s waiting me,

and you are the distant nest

I have been waiting

for so much restless time, 

where once more I want to land

and give a new freedom to fly

to the wings of my soul.

Ennio Romano Forina