Poetry of Issue #7        Page 49

It is as if you did not belong to this world
Angel of the dawn, baby butterfly of dream and fantasy
Fluttering, flying high towards the Sun, King of stars
Returning blessed with gifts

Your gilded wings dispel the gloom and the shadow
Snow-white roses in your pearly face
The frost of nacre covers
The waste lands beyond the indigo horizon
Immaculate winter landscape
Like you, so delicate, so pure

Transparent eyes full of life
Mirror of azure hydrangeas
Brook of limpid, intact waters
Where lethargic souls quench the thirst

Laughters reverberate in the house
The festive sound of toys, tiny steps
And something revives in my languid heart
Which today is beating with a vital new pulse

It is as if you have changed my world

Once sullen, captive

Baby butterfly of light, peace and hope

With a soft glow shines my existence

Simple, modest, woven with dreams