the cold never arrived
still miles away, i wait
and i wait.
your tired breath,
my lonesome eyes,
our hearts met;
never the same, never before.
leaves fall,
but they don't anymore
time has stopped,
yet it moves forward
a beige-coloured world,
a night longer than day,
a midnight breeze,
a long awaited embrace.
as leaves turn brown,
as light takes its leave,
as my limbs fear the coming freeze,
it is you; always you,
whom my eyes search,
my heart follows,
and my lips touch.
YOU ARE READING
twelve moons
Poesía"Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears!"
