Everywhere

Where is life if not here!

Her silvery skin spreads
with the morning sun
I inhale the scent of her nubile youth
in air
night falls like a cascade
of the braid of hair
she smiles on every flower.

History says
she is in every age;
she is,was not,is not,was.
No need to get and touch.
Reality invites her to my dream
and
dream is an entrance to my tomb.

Oh! I am happy everywhere
Was she or not
Is she or not
will she be or not .
I found her,find her,will find her