porcelain

beyond my window

is you

talking with heaven know whom

but looks

as if you're talking with me

in an irrational dialect,

radiating so, in your eyes,

the entrance

towards my soul

beyond you is the moon, —

the window toward dreams,

where some dogs bark

to guard fancies' sheepfold

by some stars that lurk

if you talk

with I don't know whom

but looks

as if you're talking with me

beyond these hazy thoughts

is a porcelain tome

which tries your imagination

to ask yourself if you are the one

who's beyond my window,

barking like a dog,

guarding fancies' sheepfold,

lurking with the stars

for love in my eyes