The innermost landscape,
where afternoon is translated into evening,
and evening is translated into love, kissed
by an open window dream,
only held in hand shaped with air
that blow the green grasses of home,
travelled to meeting you
to your open walking paths
wrapped in green eternal,
lounging for rest around the eyes
as browns of the day shy
in the shadows
where birthed are ideas,
scenes, and light
tender feet pressed against,
a composition formed of Sunday love songs
and cotton brushed cheek
mooring in a belly bound in delight for life
for now, tomorrow
and for time.
art by Alcira Hava
