Poezja

Behind your green-brown eyes
intense secrets do hide
where at first light
next to each other we lie whispering.
 
Outside doves
coo, woo and flutter
while a church-bell
calls out the time
 
when the sun loving like us
gives its last caress to the earth
and the moon’s soft satin
which is swallowed by the darkness of the night
 
becomes a memory of tonight
where it already hangs naked.