THE FIR
by Walter William Safar
There She stood,
the upright
fir,
In the evening site,
Moist and warm
under the touch of the
moon.
The turquoise evening
dress
entwined her slim
waist,
The look of woman
in the cold
in the dreamlit evening
waking up
and offering herself
to the Moon, to touch
her hair
with its lips,
the Moon,
who, distant to the world,
doesn't know how to cry,
Whose only game,
In summer or winter,
is to passionately and silently
kiss
the fir,
Whisper the secrets of the sky and
play the turquoise
harp
Praising eternal love
So someone would kiss her too
from the sky
and to the sky.
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About Walter William Safar
Biography
BIOGRAPHY, WALTER WILLIAM SAFAR was born on August 6th 1958 in Sherman-Texas. He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including "Leaden fog", "Chastity on sale", "In the falmes of passion", "The price of life", "Above the clouds", "The infernal circle", "The scream", "The Devil’s Architect”, "Queen Elizabeth II", as well as a book of poems.
