DREAM

Walking with her, holding hands,
through the green and narrow paths.
Almost in silence to the shadows of the wind,
wine color butterflies flying with river flow.
Liar! Make us think was cold.
Embraced in my arms,
I watched her laugh,
under the skirt of a waterfall,
that danced with our bodies.
I watched her dreams while on the way,
and hiding behind a window frame,
saw the sun hanging in the evening clouds
painting red the horizon sphere.
And then...
I watched: her go
and I, wake up.