I

While the water runs between the feelings,
the furrows are left dragging the sands of your memory,
the darkness of a cold night
is the only trace that burns in my soul,
sighs in the wind, wounded fantasies,
and your name to be on the wings of Pegasus,
travel without stopping to other dimensions
goodbye, no return, goodbye...

II

I won't mind that pain though,
and even among the stones of that spring,
I'll be able to see the gold glitter on your lips,
that impregnated my skin with rapture,
capturing its aroma of honey and caramel,
in every fold and every pore of my body,
and in every caress that was left pending,
in the uncertain future
while the water runs...

Author: humoalex