4634 Sound stimulus

I’ve become dependent

Of the sound stimulus

That comes from the timbre

Of your voice.

When you call me

By my name,

Like when Adam

He called all things,

I don't listen anymore

That your voice

Drawing me in

To your dance.

Then I am

Transparent wings 

Dragonfly,

I am a beam of light

Going to the horizon,

Tropical aurora,

I am boreal ray,

Floating iridescent

Jellyfish.

And you cover

With your cloak

Translucent,

Every sorrow that comes to me,

Like a fungus after the rain,

In the creek

Of my present.

My days with you

They are magic carpet

Of delicate warp and weft.

Phosphorescent lights

Of sea algae in the night.