CLOUDS I believed our love would be shaped, Into the mountain, into the sea. And yet the absence of tenderness, Of hours watching the naked moon. Thou dropped a fragile heart, Did thou ever care? Beside thou through the nights, Lost in the dreams with tears of anguish, No sight of treasuring minutes, Coming back in the darkness, in thy wet arms. Hast thou ever asked thyself, Where the inspiration hides, Whyâ?Tst thou get up every morning, In thy arm lies a constant source of happiness. Cansâ?Tt thou feel the coldness? My blood runs through my breast, Yet I thank thee for every drop of it. A lost soul thou hath found for me. Sitting on a train towards the desert sun, A one-way ticket, Thou bought for my life. The truth of lies thou buried, Blue sky! Thou are trespassing my world. Forgive me for leaving A trace on your way, My love, my bygones. Sunday Morning, April 10, 2005.
