Chronicles of an Eclectic Life: Weekend Mistress

In the autumn I set out for my spring.
You,
in whose veiled face, I'll search
for the pieces to put together in the grand puzzle.
In whose playful heart I'll search
for the warmth that leaves me cold each day.
Fluctuating, receding, displacing,
you, to make me forget
some things that forget me.
With you,
I'll spend some hours under the sun,
endless and singing.
My weekend mistress, here I come.