What we sought
As the dying of the lustful desire
Is present
Without a doubt
And the birds of lakes of mountains and seas
Is present
As we speak the truth

What we seek
Is over our head
And below our belt
It is in the room of light
And the box of void

The sorrowful light
Whispering to me
Without the caring voice
Of a year in repeat

The idea of us
Is over the top
Of our heart
With salt and sugar
Laughing with all its will

The vengeful thought
Of a dying light
Is inside the highlight
Of what we seek

As the look of the past
Is left without love
and over our shoulder
It cried without tears

What remains

Is a flower of sorrow
And a treat of love
As we saw the shining window
With leaves and greens
Below our feet
We jumped
And fell
Under a world of desire