Blessed

Into the two blue lakes

lying besides the sacred mountain

swims the spirit

of my lost dream.

Sometimes It evaporates ,

making a cloud

that rain in my hair

blessed rain.

Sometimes I plunge

searching his soul

dipping in the water

without tear,

that captivates the dread,

blessed wet.

Sometimes the moonlight,

reflects the desire

that bathe all the corners

of my surrendered will,

blessed feel.

Sometimes the sunshine

moistened in the waves

dive through the ponds

lighting the heat

blessed lit.

I have drowned in your eyes,

drenched in your tides

ducked in your stream...

And I found my dream.