I enter gladly into the place of my past and of all my dreams..
A heart in golden Rome.. A heart in winter and spring then again..
Again I walked yesterday with radiant unveiled face when I drank of every fountain.
Angels’ wings lifted me up in my green silk
They spoke to me stories of future loves of all that would and could never be.. And would..
And first I had to find there was no one to care.
That I was far too free to be loved by any of the good ones..
Until I met several evil ones
With whom I would stay for far too long
Wondering why what I was doing so displaced Knowing
These moments were not of my story and yet I could choose them
And I did it’s so strange and then they changed me and it was for good and here..
I find myself..
Vibrant as hell or heaven....