My Friend

Remembering love...

Those which were the soul of my fancy and verse,

lent their crimson to my thoughts, my deeds,

with whose effulgence glowed the moon and stars,

brought such courage to our love's frenzy -

where have those longings gone, my friend?

Those insatiate eyes, those waiting pathways,

those sighs in the heart for restraint,

those nights of waiting, endless and dark -

those rooms, half-awake,

those velvet arms -

mere yarns they were, where have they vanished, my friend?

Sizzling in life's artery is springs blood,

the soul's strings entangled with past sorrows.

Let us go now and light up the house of the beloved,

for lying in wait are the catacombs of past loves -

loves which have perished,

my friend...