Peace

Tomorrow is too late come now with your caresses with your smile with your greeting. I was scattered with the earth scattered by the bomb falling on the house. I was scattered with the fountain of blood from the sword falling on the artery of the throat. With a dagger in my shoulder I was scattered and you were in me gather me with your gaze like the vast day that gathered the earth with its gaze shining bright ... gather me in the ring of your arms with a kiss on the wound of my throat with a kiss on the wound of my shoulder with a kiss on my heart you can still love. My finger presses your door's bell you can still feel the alarm. Let my doves in who want the earth, the day, the sun and you in the shelter of their shining wings. Tomorrow is too late open this door today now ...