“Field-song” of love

---

It’s like a space
Filling me up
Like a guide
I follow

And I know the misery
Who lives in it
I also know
The euphoric drunkenness
Which wallpaper the falls
Of this “song-fied” of love
Flowing in me

Slowly,
From daybreak untill evening
I cultivate it and raise it

By thinking
To the one who is free
To the one who is handsome
To the one who is faithful
Who embraced me
In the morning of my essences
The one who was there
And who, there,
Will always be

“MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD”

© Theo Bamara – 2001 | From «Fields and Songs of love – Poems in Blue»