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 of too expensive bills
this thoughtless heart of mine,
letting the sadness from my eyes collecting that debt
asking to my soul another loan to pay off it
too see you here again
without my past without your present
only you and me, “two steps from us”
letting the darkness loses its skin in your shadow
when, in the night, the morning dawns, writing about you.
Tonight, my immeasurable island
my soul owns hands
and his fingers grab and mold my thoughts
and though they are so oceanic like your eyes
they become thin as tears
so that you can see, gather and feel them inside you;
possibly you would not hear
perhaps I will not know how to draw it
or maybe I don’t know how to rip out of my skin
because before you even exist in my heart
you already belonged to my soul.
