Remember The View

The view awakes roses in the soul.
From the eyes to their edge
Nothing sleeps, everything is a feast
With its own flavour in colour.

No, I won't come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will be thinking
About yesterday, away from it.
The waves leaning on the clay
Will have to wait for someday.

There are such few things
With a versatile appeal:
Appeal is like flesh,
It ages, dies and rots
At the flap of a dusty wing.
Memory, however, is immortal.
The green valleys will
Accompany me to the marble earth.
The smiles of eight mirrors
Will forever pinch my heart
Whenever it feels
The north-western breeze.

I will still be, with everyone
When the latest chapel is born.
O the view is amazing
From this promenade of dragons!

No, I won't come back tomorrow.