IN THE NIGHT, THE MORNING
Tonight, my beautiful sweetheart
remembrance is increasing in my heart
and their memories keep echoes of your face
and though they grow like mid-ocean ridge
they are dwindled to grains of sand
so that I can hide them in my undressed rhymes;
escaping from my silence
rewinding my time
revealing to you all my rumors in photographs.
Tonight, my beautiful love
the mornings assist to your absence,
feeding...
