I keep my eyes upright and close,
My hands far away,
My breath in a circle,
My words are gifted roses
From heart to heart,
Nose to nose, until they reach the soul
like a whisper that
Unfolds, melts and closes.
My words grow in a moment's season,
Under the light of the tenderness and the
Breeze of the beauty and the reason,
Then, their seeds echo away.
Atef Ayadi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buoyancy-2/
