The birds overhead nurture
Can you feel the unyielding nature
As we conspire under the covers
No light enters our intermingled love

Throwing light on the transparent waters
Going down south around the iridescent mouth
Here we slide, down we go!
Our first love, then you escape my touch

Lest the children cry
These restless eagles will circle death's decomposed hide
You can run, but, no one can save you from life's pleasure
Neither Aphrodite nor the god of poetry

If a phantom ushers in the wind
As the gust of torment tingles your body
The people will keep living
And we will still be friends

All in a pile of ash
We all seem like elemental poets
Except we are mortal
This is all you the time in an hourglass of sand

As the horizon fades
Like a highway on lonely valley
So do I
Behind the loveless sun