A cloud in the shape of a smile
A cloud in the shape of a smile passes by
and I try to remember in vain
the rainbow that binds us, the reason for this
mysterious cohabitation.
It is not a human grin it is rather an entity
from another realm, a little ironic and all-knowing,
Hot and glacial at the same time...
I often ask myself, why it is smiling
and why it had chosen me
what stars guide the peculiar nearness.
I wish it would talk, I insist upon it,
but everything happens in absolute silence,
a conspiration of an engimatic universe,
rafined and subtle.
I tell myself, maybe everything is a dream
and I wake up ...smiling.
Diana Coatu