gerald-assouline02Let me dream, light is so delicate

Tight rope walker, I slide between the light rays.
Dancers are in each other’s arms under the moon eclipse.
Angel, I caress your lips.
The child laughs and cries.
The branch of the tree rustles.
Everywhere, the tumult of this destructive world.
And me, I see this round breast, attentive to the petals of roses.
Let me dream… Light is so delicate.