The Delusion

You touch my tears,

you drink the smile from

my dreams.

 

You are a delusion

that my thoughts may touch.

I need your shadow again,

I want your dead tears.

 

I look into the mirror

that reflects your face,

the face of time.

Today the star is shining

for both you and me.

 

I am at the lake which has been

your covenant since

childhood.

I sink my breath

in your blond hair,

savoring the softness of your lips

carved in marble.

 

And when our fantasies

come together again,

when our memories find

a common source,

I will remain in your heart,

which does not know

when I will die.

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Very lovely write, filled with emotions, expressed well. ;-}