A smile..
wide, vast, infinite..
I can see the clear sky above the mountain..
A smile with the smell of thyme and olives
the touch of clay
the breathe of fresh spring.
I lose all once more
repeat my hymns
forget to draw it on my face
Wider than white sea
a small touch of desert sand on the cheeks
brave, free, full of life
a smile to hold closer to the eye
