Wishful Inquisition

I watch the leaves as they fall upon me in starry delight

The clouds above pulling a gale that mows the land, testing frames and sills

Minds kissed by yearning, gazes across the view, brooding expectations

My inquisitions will never dance the zambra

I tell myself and the eyes that come to share some time with me

they unfold their wings and board a flight to the next fantasy contained in another man

I can see another door in the horizon with a leading stairway

but first, let me close my eyes and be a lazy for a while

let me rest from paying taxes to the sun