Poetry of Issue #7        Page 49

                        Sabrina

You sleep already in the garden of soft white flowers,
Moist with dew,
Where the butterflies spread their golden dust
Of eternal light

I close my eyes blinded with tears
I remember your delicate feline figure reclined near the fairy ring
On the porch, relishing the peaceful, quiet morning
Such perfect, indelible image

Today you have left, but you live in me:
In my dreams and visions, cosmogonies of other time,
In the memory of the heart, so deep and tender,
Now in despair.

Sabrina, guide me on this my lonely path
I´ll meet you in the garden of soft white flowers
Where existence is filled with eternal light.