Barefoot darings

A fresh look at things
crisp citrus-like
blended with mimosa
and lily of the valley
Made me overhear
beyond daily city murmur
some angels and fairies
who were giving directions to a healing river
I bathed my memories
and stretched my dreams there
Avoiding careless glass
also politics and gossips
I think of the vastness of human potential
in the shape of green grass
with occasional june winds in my hair
your name in my mouth,
such a majestic joy