Strangeness

How come, day in and day out,

we glide above this round indigo planet

back and forth, trading our own similes  

for dreamy hyperboles

and winged  poetic insights?

How come on the dark-blue surface

nothing seems sinful or eternally wrong?

The flickering lights turned inside out

guide our flight path, keeping us warm.

Up through the clouds, before landing,

more migratory birds chaperone our sight,

their bleeping signals and musical sounds-

the only uproar in the white background

our shadows, looking  for saltwater pearls

inside a spacious enough oyster,  

anticipate a deserved  here-and-now.

Earlier than most- you open my eyes

(who needs much sleep anymore?)

only to let me see  the frozen obstacles

melt down, one by one, with your bare words.

I put aside a few smiles and a PS song

with the remaining drops of perfume

updated, diluted, simplified

for a rainy tomorrow morning or night

(you get to take your pick this time);

That will unburden my neck and my wrists

and let my hair wave a soulful ballad

into the soothing breeze, pampering our sphere.

All around, the nocturnal dew

becomes potable silence, giving us both

two sunrises and two sunsets to juxtapose

and merge inside a new horizon,

defining the misty borders of a perfect world

reigned over by fragrant completeness

and littered only with breath-taking love notes.