A slight daydream, knocked on,
like flash of lightning,
ss a dove,
at the “window” of my memory,
In the bird’s crop, a cone,
full of memories.

The dark went off,
I was warm everywhere,
I was jus alone,
it had in dove’s eyes,
How white, it was..!How white wings!

It opened the window with the crop,
and…you came in,
looking at me very greedy,
I was grasping you,
kissing you,
..but you…stayed,

The blue eyes looked at me,
once more,
And you flew away,
to the paradise,
I was begging desperately,
“Do not leave! Stay more! I am your lovely slave!