Poetry calls

Knocks on your door

Whisper enchantments

By your name, calls you.

I has come to tell you

To speak to you through your eyes

And you’re eager to read, thirsty eyes

And open the book calling your name

And full of tenderness

You read what is written

Verse or prose, doesn´t matter

And you fall in love again…

Because poetry calls you

Because it’s not only that

There are also the kisses

Caressing your sight

And the book embraces you

And with that proffer hug

You go to sleep, dreaming

Profiting from its words

Because poetry has called you

It has spoken your name

 

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya