Go stand at the door.
Clench your lips like you do.
Under your gaze,
Life is unveiling itself.

Your fractional demands
Are in tune with the spells:
“You. On your knees.
Rain. On the grass”.

Everything freezes
And looks. And just waits.
The pulse stands by.
The storm lingers.
Under your gaze,
The time itself stops.

The depths.
The oceans.

Till you say the word.

Can’t separate now.
Can’t die!
Everything must
Just awaken in time:
The leaves are to rustle.
The clouds are to pour.
The stars are to shine.
The God is to love.