Out of a book

I read you out of a book
Muttering over laughs and tears.
Possibly wishing you were real
Or at least I was in the book with you
Surfing the waves of your hair under
Sunflowers raging for love.
Impossible as it may seem
Belief is my only hope,
Love is my only reality, for one day to
Experience a day with you out of a book.


*dedicated to my nan Maria da Costa Pinto, who passed from this world on 24 November 2015 aged 98. She lived a good, despite hard and inspirational life. R.I.P.