Evening Poem: Fly With Me
Fly with me
I who am the eagle in my dreams,
Around the mountain that I call mine,
The flanks of the snow shear
And soar on the warmth of the wind,
I who am the wind in my dreams,
The eagle carries to the beat of my breath
Let the white fall in the right place,
The flakes swirl late when I sing,


I who am the snow in my dreams,
The mountain in my naked arms closes,
My happy side by the side of the top and the valley,
Protect the color of the fluff in your soul,
I who am the soul in my dreams,
be the eagle, the wind and the snow
Look over there, far across the sea,
I can already see you at the end,