I open my eyes, looking how the stars
and the horizon meet. Sky and land.
A kiss. And I think. Of you. Of me.
Of the touch of our hands, that first time,
on our way to Amsterdam,
the full plane, the snoring lady
of gigantic arms, who kept
pushing you to me.
Our beautiful fairy godmother.
And I see the first rays
of the sun and breath.
The beep, beep is still going on
and you live, made it through the night,
the doctor busy, doing his thing.
My lips bite each other, in hatred, in fear.
In hope. Then Mr. I-don’t-smile doctor
shows all of his teeth.
And it’s no longer a dream.
You are alive, breathing,
heart pumping, here, with me.
I weep. I laugh. I hold your hand,
The sky turning into a symphony
of peaches and pinks.
And my heart beats.
Again. Once more.
You and me. One more chance
To defy the dammed stars
And you open your eyes.