Ink And Reason

Under the hot June sun,
Ice rain falls like a paradox.
Amidst blooming linden trees, senses slumber,
The wet cement, the city's warm breath,
Raising steam from hidden thoughts.

People pass by hurriedly, hunting habits,
Leaves carried by the swift wind,
Each step, a misguided search.
I hold your hand, our gaze
Meets in our child
Who quietly watches the storm,
His eyes, mirrors of mystery,
Wonder, a river seeking its course.

In his eyes, questions are born
Ancestral, unanswered,
And within me, the desire is reborn
To rediscover that innocent wonder,
To explore the hidden joy of the world,
To find uncertainties
In old certainties.

Your hand firmly anchors me,
Through this world of feelings,
Where everything is shrouded in mystery,
And together we contemplate the meaning,
Under the sun that warms,
The ice rain that falls.