when dust will come closer to you
you'll turn grey
under that withering veil
under that thin mist.
when it will snatch the thunder
& the splendour of your eyes,
If you see,
that vigour fleeting, quietly
If you ever call for me
If I still dwell in love and fear
and I see
that giant fire of that concealed anxiety
I'll place your head
upon my bosom
and my hands will reach to your hairs
deep in my chest
If I see fire too
I'll be fire too
when we are together
I'll be you
You'll be me
We'll be fire
or ashes.
But one.
Again, for the first time.