Vestibule Of The Day Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The night
is a vestibule of the day.
at night the amorous game
has your eyes and lips.
Night, in your arms it is it
ticket to happiness,
because my bedroom
already not, it not
is then an empty.


To me, you can say
without words,
you can love me
then again
with every gesture and the sigh.
Yes, to love would snatch us, and
sign of our love he has
always left his tracks and
he returned already here,
as wonderful desire.
As the real fulfilment.
On our love let us raise the peak
as this way as from we nest up
is rising oneself bird
and is returning.
I want you to see everything
at our feet
in order me finally
to show you could
of ocean of happiness the deep depths.
You would get to know delicate,
but hot my hand
and was willing only for me to be,
tiny of outer space with shell.



The night
is a vestibule of the day.
at night the amorous game
has your eyes and lips.
Night, in your arms it is it
ticket to happiness,
because my bedroom
already not, it not
is then an empty...