She,the mysterious soul,
with her cool hands,
And I love to be pampered in her lap,
where I sink into my own being,
forgetting myself,in its depth,
to return into my childhood,
In, the sprouting darkness, of your dusk,
I will rise up from the depth,to sparkle ,as
the shooting star,
To penetrate into the depth of your soul,.
to break your lassitude……
As a companion,
to vanish again,in the solitude,
with your silent blissful smile.