porcelain
beyond my window
is you
talking with I don't know who
but looks
as if you're talking with me
in an irrational dialect
radiating so, in your eyes,
the entrance
towards my soul
beyond of you is the moon, —
the window toward dreams,
where some dogs bark
to guard fancies' sheepfold
by some stars that lurk
if you talk
with I don't know who
but looks
as if you're talking with me
beyond these hazy thoughts
is a porcelain tome
which tries your imagination
to ask yourself
if you are the one who's
beyond my window,
barking like a dog,
guarding fancies' sheepfold,
lurking the stars in my eyes