In the shadow of the night, you're a torch in the fog
In the shadow of the night, you're a torch in the fog,
An echo of a heart that does not tire.
You've planted an entire world within me,
Your meaning grows in the coolness of the evening.
Through the blue of other rivers, I see you again,
And I become the sky that welcomes you into the azure.
My heart a lost shore, in warm sands,
And the waves that come and go, in a deaf murmur.
We do not cry out to the moon, to shatter our spell,
In our reserved reverie, content.
We consume ourselves, with steps lost on the beach,
Of time that binds and separates us, undefeated.
With our heavy, unyielding longing,
I wonder why the chambers are empty and deaf?
So many hopes in whirlwinds of conjured dust,
In the labyrinth with answers that always hide.
You are the endless presence, without face,
I hide you in dreams like an unfathomable secret.
You are the lightning peace in time,
That heals my being and yet tears me gently.
We touch and we break, in silent echoes,
On the canvas of eternity, we paint storms and comforts.
Our love, the sacred burning, unwavering,
Is light and shadow, in the eternal night of waiting.
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