You, My Familiar Face!

O, my familar face!
Eyes shinning as the sun,
face blossomed by inspiration and hope
handsome, proud and gentle.
Did you come to visit me?

Sitting under the white branches
of an acacia tree,
Alone.
Alone and quite.
As the black-breast sparrows and pigeons
with their green and purple aprons
foraging through.
Happily,
intoxicated by spring,
free from pain of separation and wait.

That night,
with the moon asleep,
with the sea in darkness,
did you become a torch,
rising above the waves?
Or did you arise from
the land,
that is so evocative to me?
Oh, you messenger of good omens!
You came through a path
illuminated all the way.


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