Lele’s Girl
That girl,
Perfumed
Like a mountain top on a summers day,
Branded
Her face’s image into your heart.
That girl -
You watched her face
While she talked of faraway things -
Her name
Faded from you in time
Like trees disappearing on the slopes below
As you climbed to a different place
Still feeling the breath of
That girl.
A part of you wanders still in daydreams
Far from where you’ve reached,
Where you are,
Searches still for the scent
Of that girl,
Her face,
Her name,
Only.
(Lele & Giova)