Through the Window

Thoughts run away

from their worst enemy,

from an obtrusive conscience.

The words hide in the panic

amid too violent dreams.

Give me at least one warm breath

of spring sky,

borrow a smile that unites

the antipodes.

Through the window, I can see

memories flowing lazily.

I see bits of green light

that no longer gives me warmth,

no comfort.

Move out of my dreams,

leave the lamp on.

It is comfortable to my desires,

tears soak into the stone

of my pillow.

Along the way, I lost

your jagged, pale shadow,

your insatiable gaze.

Before the white flower of night

blooms, let us pray for a little fear

to regain remorse.