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,
shivering,
Pains,
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,
unmoved..

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