I cry as if the moon were happy

And laugh as if the sun were sad,

Waves of warm air drench my spirit

As I hope to all eternity


Rain poured today, all day

And happiness erupted in my heart

Her smile was so gorgeous then

The planets turned around, on fire


How lovely is her soft skin

Her raven-hair, black as dusk

Her dark dark eyes, flickering

Like fire deep within the sun


O she turns, in her sleep sometimes,

Dreams are coming, changing as she breathes,

Her eyelids must be screens of paradise,

Overwhelming her sweet soul


O how lovely is her invitation

Sleeping gently like a heart-beat

The portals of her heaven smiling

Like tempting supernatural doves


As wings of coloured miracle fly

The sky bursts into translucent dream

Appears a sound of beatific fire

Flaming round all the universe


Her sweet voice sings like Victory

And all the rivers burst their hopes

Roses catch into spiralling stars

Music floods the fields


Tim Cloudsley nació Cambridge, Inglaterra. Es sociologo, escritor y poeta. Trabajó como profesor en la Escuela de Idiomas, de la Universidad Industrial de Santander, Bucaramanga en el ámbito de estudios culturales y literatura.

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