Toronto Whispers

You are far away
Amid all the splendors of Sakura
And murmurs of colossal Spring;
Merging hopes in azurine sky
With the vast unseen meadows.

I can hear the whispers
Touching Toronto skyline
Saving last dews at the gates of dawn.

You know the tender moon
Grown on a flutter of darkness
And you unveil the daylight
When a momentous breeze
Entwines with a sweet serenade.

February 21st, 2005 by