When our hands meet
it won't be like before
it won't be like after nights
when you wrote words of love in the air with my hand
and our names tangled like hair in braids
in a tight grip
When our hands meet
it won't be like before
it won't be like the warm caress of the gulf streams
which vibrate the universe
It won't be like that
like whale phone calls from distant lands
and salty waterfalls of understanding
and the strong vibration that is the connection of souls
strong and never ending
between me and you
between you and me
It won't even be the whole map of the paths you took
in the wrinkles of your smiles
like a gold digger in fever dreams, for your bonanza
walking through the dark nights
So you don't forget
that when you close your eyes, nothing ends
that under closed lids the world is just beginning
a whole world of dream
Even after thousands of kilometers flown and stream
nothing would change
our hands and our eyes recognize each other
forever
like two wanderers who breakfast their daily joy
of longed-for meetings
like two flocks of migratory birds on the aerial journeys
dreaming of returning home
just for a while
just for your smile
they will spread around us in clouds of thought
which a monk meditating in the Himalayas
in his small tent
just before dawn banishes from his mind
with silence and concentration
at this point comes our real procrastination
you know you will more ... spend
spend me
It won't be the same until our hands meet
at sunrise, filled with hope
because yesterday's days do not return
to the hands or eyes.
They just flow, flow through eternity
they go away forever, they bid them farewell
they give them theirs goodbyes
(Stanton Lanier - Awaken the Dawn)