Erised Trilogy Part Two
I see echoes of your eyes in my rhymes
I see stolen words from life
and whispered to the wind to reach you.
and whispered to the wind to reach you.
I see remorses, sweet and detuned melodies,
to remind me to forget you not.
to remind me to forget you not.
I see dreams, they never stops to close his eyes,
drawing your face tirelessly,
using my chest like it was a “glossy paper”
and my soul like it was a “grease pencil”
drawing your face tirelessly,
using my chest like it was a “glossy paper”
and my soul like it was a “grease pencil”
I see fears escape with no reasoning,
disrobing me of certainties, except you, that you’re still here.
disrobing me of certainties, except you, that you’re still here.
I see bruises, chasing my heart with
so much eagerness to get you out of there,
so much eagerness to get you out of there,
slimming my strength, to resist me, yelling to sadness
"Layer upon layer", finally….
I see your heart, as brave as adamantine
your smile, sometimes azure and mostly Andalusian,
your voice, so gentle as “silver lining”
your disobedient soul, so essential and needed like freedom
this is Erised the most beautiful essence indeed
your true skin
that my soul, inside itself seals
that my soul, inside itself seals
that in my bones, leaves more traces
and choking sadness in my heart
I see echoes of your eyes in my rhymes
and i see kisses never bloomed too, that got lost
I see corners of the time where we both are :
“bones and skin for each other”
two hearts within a soul
and not two planets so long distance from home.
