The Fall of Your Hair

The curve of your lips
is the Earth,
and beyond, all eternity.

And in your eyes of shining
jewels, set upon a star,
are found pretty shells, 
the finest gems and
moon stone lucky charms.

The fall of your hair
is sweet grass and wild rose,
that weaves dreams in the eye,
to flower the desolate mind
and bind the ruins of the soul.

Your mouth of ruby wine
charged with the smiles of sorcery,
kindness and love,
come soothe my bitter skin
with the breath of Spring´s gentle winds
and the fierce peace of the tiger and the dove.