I want you to be well, unknown to me.
I feel an oversensitive soul-gathering energy
In our stunning and charmed dreams …
Thirsty for affection, full of life and love.
I feel lonely. Lonely as you are.
I can’t sleep. Just like each and every night,
I try to tear apart with my muse,
the darkness of heaven (where I usually hide);
Recollecting last minute conversations
(when thinking of you).
Flashes of agonies to the unknown.
I’m not the moon, I’m not even the sun.
I don’t have that firepower, to close my eyes at night
To fall into a deep sleep and look peacefully,
covered with the glowing light of your heart.
August 5, 2020