Your own blue eyes

Blue Eyes dark is ending
day has come
flowers’ scent
is in the air
falling on us
  I open my eyes
where am I?
the place is not
the one of mine
it’s cold outside
    her breath is flying
through the air
riding the silence
still alive
on starting day
      delicate as babies
skin on skin
lips on skin
a little smile
softly appears
        slowly you seat
no word is said
the smooth blonde hair
rest on your shoulders
like feathers driven by air
          hard it is
to stop my eyes
looking at your
own blue eyes
            they are still
in front of mine
smiling to me
with simplicity