In poetry and in painting
Just like in your dreams
You can do whatever you please
You can write inside a landscape
With golden shadows at sunset over a forest:
This is my personal warmth
I tried to hide it for many years.
You can write over the fur of a dog
Inside a forest at sunset
I have the heart of a dog
And I liked felines all my life.
You can write out of the blue
On a sky you must have dreamt of
I appreciate kindness
Because I believe that is greatest virtue
And it took me many years of flying around
Suspended inside my protective cover
The redundancy of that sign saying leave the dog alone.
I find my warmth intact
And those who are familiar with
Poetry, painting and flying
Will understand this.
Laura Livia Grigore