THE BALCONY:

That place, from where one dreams of love,

To where birds alight from blue skies above,

Of old iron railings, balustrades & curlicues,

And doves arrive with missive & lover´s news,

The balcony.

 

That place, where ivy creeps & spiders play,

From where, one sees night give way to day,

And seasons visit, summer, winter spring & fall,

From where one hears whispers of trees so tall,

The balcony.

 

That old place, where one sits to quietly dream,

In dawn & dusk, to pray, muse & sew soft seams,

Where one hears balladeer´s serenading songs,

To where one goes, to escape all life´s wrongs,

The balcony.