Καλημέρα

From the visions carved

deep inside my mind

your hair came rustling

touching me only to find

that loneliness alone

tends not to be very kind.

Hyacinth, my princess

queen of warm ice

my half left defenseless,

lioness in disguise.

My princess Hyacinth,

you, my queen of Winter

engulfed in your scent

I dream living out of kilter!

And then, as Oneiros leaves,

reality with dream along

your soft breath weaves,

only to endearingly tell me

true happiness takes a shine

to your skin touching mine.

Waking up next to you

kissing while whispering,

Καλημέρα αγάπη μου

Diogo