In the room of dusk

           Waiting for the sun to dive

Into the space behind the sand hills,

Your fingers embracing the white cup of tea

In the orange blush of warm light,



You stare at me,

my eyelashes flutter

I look away " the window steamed from inside

Orchids in a glass looking at us

The twilight is coming, and fading

Your arms stretched to me -

But who stole our memories,

My brother?


Going to hang out your shirt

Your arms tremble again with longing,

Why you need me always more,

Even you know I'm forbidden?

The cat is meows outside,

Branches of the willow shivering

In the caressing wind,

You stay behind me, hugging me silently

Your voice is frozen long ago "

But who stole our memories,

My brother?