On my heart’s door

there’s a traffic signal
of three colors
red, green and orange
Red light means stop
Orange, get ready
Green, step in peace
And my heart’s signal
is saying get ready
the light is now orange
Because the love seeds
you spread in my day’s desert
Watered with rains of tenderness
Surrounded with sun’s caring
Are now pure and ripe blossoms
Soon they’ll open into roses
colored with rainbow’s degrees
diffusing scents overflowing
with delicate romantic senses
whispering in a poetic language
it’s poems will be written
in human history books
on transparent white pages
with feathers of a noble
fairy bird’s wing
and pastel compassionate inks
Soon my bare hours
will change into green leaves
to the garden I so long longed for
and wished in my dreams
very soon so stand by
and get ready
because it’s orange light