The Other Me

Let its silence save her
in the middle of a young sun
whose its pure breath leads her hair
creating a cloud of gasps

     Trying to understand
     the line of shadow which a sparrow draws
     by slicing the air with his heights

Keeping her eyelids open
makes her eyes being vulnerable
from the light of the gleaming skies
forcing her into a white realms

     Could that be the one
     the one she used to be familiar with
     is sleeping inside her quietly