In my thoughts I can
hear the whispers of your words,
In my hopes I can
feel the shadows of your dreams,
In the warmth of my
breath; I can smell your fragrance.
Every breath brings
back to me the memories of our miracle,
So lone, so lost,
so distant,
Two silent worshippers,
Transgressors of conventions,
Two souls bent on
the search of truth,
The quest of purity.
From the first lightening
till the last storm.
From the quest till
transgression.
Staring into the wilderness
now,
Looking back through
the sands of time,
I feel so lone ___
so abandoned,
All courage lost ___
all hope bleak.
I sigh to myself and
strain again,
To hear words unsaid
_ unheard,
Such intense silence,
Through the veil of
darkness again,
I struggle to expose
reality,
Effort in vain,
I stand by myself,
Falling on my knees,
I prostrate in despair.
Far from the horizons
rise illusions,
But too adrift a sinner,
I close my eyes,
I need no miracles,
I desire no divine
delusions,
For me would do the
reality of life _ death ! |