Secrets for a touch

Secrets for a touch
In the clarity of the night
Woods of passing wind
Hovers the space of madness

I’m covered with the miter of your dreams
Between the secret of a touch
The winds hold and still
Yearning for the deep of your eyes

You, that imbue the life in me
Hopes of tomorrow’s well of wishes
Looking at the moon face
Hovers the space of madness

Not in action
But within the touch
Secrets unveiling the wind
It’s the promise of beginning