ill meet you again, in a time capsule where your red fingertips wont reach me, a lost dream
i didnt abandon you
ill see you again in a love letter, sent, delivered, unread, unrecognisable in the midst of your business of hopes,
of sorrow and empty stomachs, you cant fix this
by youself, the stones you gather, incence imprinted in the curves that embroider your soul, ill find your reflection in that smoke
which like the cigarettes you could never bear, will sting the whites of your eyes that wear dark, satin garments, loose
wherever your feet will ache, where you will stop for a rest, ill remember, be the wind that lifts your hair, make you the character in a movie, be the scent of your mothers clothes in the air, may she be with you too
look for me in cut trees, lost species, friendships, countries, where anger and justice dance, i will be their choreographer, the rhythm youll feel
be the universe's muse, for i want to be and i want to be your competition, ill find you where the starts said their goodbyes, on window panes, breathing the last breeze of the night, dear...
