perfect world

The wind is blowing,
on that lonely hill
Softly caressing the crops,
in the golden fields
And the ruthless waves,
dancing in the ocean
Drawing silent figures
in the blue immensity
The golden bird, singing
From the top branches
Of one, single cherry-tree
Made of light and wonder
Is this all a dream?
Such a perfect world
Like a piece of paradise
Oh, Goddess of Light
Is this forsaken harmony
Nothing but one of your dreams
One white dream
Carrying on endlessly
Amid the binaural beats
Of that silent melody
A pure yet bright melody
Echoing silently
in the pure white silence
of a blank page
Abandonned by the poet,
Gazing at the ocean,
But no boat, no shore
Nothing but words