POEM

Always the expected

Helena Ferreira

I look at the stars
Contemplating the Sky
The moon ...
Because the night I can bring you.

It is this silence?
I share with him:
My desires ...
My joy ...
Dream ...
Poetry ...

What is?
Where to?
On this cold night ...

In silence,
I can hear the wind ...
The waves of the sea ...
I hope for you!
I expect to wait ...