A new light enters
Lighter than silence
Lighter than words

This morning is so overwhelming
This blue sky _ is really me

The wild wind tangles in her hair
The iris of her eyes
Drinks something that
the sun moon and the stars drinks

From the banks of an untamed ocean
she picks up wet pebbles
as though touching something we both lost a long time ago

In my hands a pebble burns
Like a souvenir when all the
Poems in the sky were ours.