Caresses

That hand that

Slow down on my chest

As a feather on the ice,

Is coming as flying butterfly

Where the hill rises with the Sun,

And I capture it and protect

Like a flower rare and enchanted

Far away, in the echo of a sigh

That I hear in the wind

I feel you're coming to me

While you seek me with your whole self

Without understanding that 

I have been always at your side