Your Emerald Eyes

Among the tired memories

I found a tear that is a memento

of your beautiful death.

When you feel the familiar rustling

in your heart, give the hand

of my soul, let silence bloom

on the grave of love.

The lonely wind wanders around

dead ends, your naive game

is a test of humanity.

Released from your intrusive thoughts,

I match my heart to the shape

of your hands,

I match time with the scream

that tears your conscience.

Before dusk returns, I will close

your emerald eyes,

open your virgin mouth

to pour passion into it,

to share my greatest promises with you.

Desire is burning under our lids.

Hands take refuge in tenderness.

And when the night is gone,

the dawn will know

our betrayed thoughts.