Keep away the masquerade and leave it at the festival of Venice. I will turn into enormous embraces and forget those touches of never. I'm browsing through the caressing of everything. I missed something. Something to feed solitude. So that the hunger will be stilled and I can kiss in words, mind a dream and dream of minds again. What had left me without me noticing it?
Promise me vines on your homeland and mirrors of the deepest sight, a strumming guitar and rooms of dusky light. Open my iris and make me stab red nights. Where do you go when darkness oppresses the sun and oceans become risky but destined ways to travel? |
