The Very Moment Of You Poem by Za Italian Buffon

I breathe you, I see you
And at the very moment of you
I, be you.

That time setting alone,
In a sphere of your own
Not a sound around I hear,
- though not so- I sat near.

I don’t recall the song played that time
But all I can think of,
All that I hear is
The moonlight sonata of Mozart.

You caressed the space beside,
As if playing the sonata
With those blessed hands.
And through their movement
They drew
- built- whole worlds,
Lives flew among them,
They just laugh.

There, I saw a richer life,
I eyed a one blessed with love,
‘real love’
Then I picked me one.

The very same I chose
Is to spend my days
Recalling what happened there,
With your graceful hands,
The moonlight sonata,
Me … alone,
And along with me dwells
-There forever lives-
The very moment of you.
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Oct,02 2008
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