The tale of years gone by

I'd like to find you in the tale of years  gone by 

waiting one morning on a station platform

on the spring's  early day ..

You will come to me ,so light ,in your dress 

as blue as the azure of your gaze  

and this desire offered to the thought 

of writing the story of the hours to come

and the tale to be written ...

 I walk the lonely path that leads me to you.

I'ts raining on that stone from last year 

where you sleep all dressed in blue .

Your solar face contemplates me behind the glass

 calling for an imminent  arrival .

And You seem to whisper to me ...

To meet you again in the tale of years gone by 

when we loved each other  and we lost 

on a platform  station ...

 The gentle downpour of these early spring days

slides down my face like tears ...

  I know ,you're waiting for me .