Where shall we fly to today mi amore' ?
Winter will pass with its icy goodbyes.
Seasonless travellers need no rewarding
Fine dawn awaits so let's board the blue skies.
Windowpanes misting mean drifts of poor contact
Which may delay us, but warmth from the sun
Will hear our intentions, nothing is lacking
As we wait for the pace desire has begun.
So where shall we head for today mi amore' ?
The folds in our dreams are longing to spread.
As shells of past wishes split open we're praying
That this will be our time, stars have been read,
And muse wants to steer us to fate's ready bed.
the flip side to nothing is everything and your poem offers it up generously. good work, ric