The woman at my side. Where did you fly? The life of my day That I caught in the early morning breeze where dry and withered leaves moving In the rough stream, forcing in bubbling water, like my feelings, coming at the surface with the wind and a bouncing heart in flaming emotions. A poet I am, living in myself, where all magical creation starts all energy, all courage, invented by myself, all truth and all mistakes born on this way, where I tread in the trace of my heirs, long ago. No borders, no rules are a force, in my existence While freedom is the stability and my trust to grow and not to shrink after a total disruption while my heart still bouncing like a flame and my mind has the power to defend myself. This is the woman, standing beside me Honouring me, building me from the inside with her wit a presence of devotion, a place called home, but a short moment of nothing and a never-ending hunger. She is Looking at me, taking me in her arms March 2021. Copyright kc.