You go up
and you come down;
I see it open up to me,
not a single frown;
it drowns me,
to the front,
to the back;
you're blunt
when you smile
in my eyes
like a child
your disguise
deceived mine;
you go up,
you come down,
not a frown,
but a smile
and a sigh.

Oh, how noble:
the sound of rain;
soothing flow
containing our pains,
and turning
them into simple water;
a seeping pleasure
that purifies all
with each consoling
crash.

It was a dream;
that you sat on my lap
in the manner you were born;
in my arms I would trap
your delicate body
that's attached to mine;
your eyes on me
in all this time;
our kisses sweet,
your skin was warm,
your smile was perfect,
your beautiful form;
my chest was burning
and there was your hand
finally together:
the wood and the sand.

Oh, how our petals fall
from the depths of our eyes;
the reminiscence of our small
and warmly stricken sky.

Oh, how it crumbles mutely
striking hard upon the earth;
the ground now bleeds acutely
and still, we drown in mirth.

My heart rest at ease
with the thought of her;
the keeper of my love,
solace of my soul
her absence, an arrow,
but her written words,
a force that is real,
more real than presence
itself.

When her light flickers,
my heart jumps with desire,
and when our eyes meet,
overflowed my soul pours
into a river across my cheeks
for her beauty urges touch,
and of touch
I am deprived and sentenced
to despair.