In the shadow of time, the whispered sigh of the evening

In the shadow of time, the whispered sigh of the evening Merges with the cold caress of the moon; When your eyes, solemn beacons of the boundless, Lit torches in my night, standing firm on foundations. Melancholy has flowed, an old river cutting through my flesh, A torrent of murky, cold tears, towards the deep abyss; I swallowed sighs, stars falling from your orbit When you uttered a song that would whiten the whole universe. Once my heart, an arid field, desolate from longing, Turned green in your fists holding it tight, close; And every evening, when the world falls silent and seems to die, I sipped the ether between us, truly, drop by drop. Existence, a spider's thread, swaying between two centuries, Your fingers, painters crossing their colors on the canvas of my being; With every touch, you dug corridors deep within me, Now, eternally thirsty, I quench my thirst at the spring of your silence. Ah, when you blossomed in my soul like unheard nectar, Nostalgias rise, columns of smoke from secret altars; When dusk covered us with a veil of silk and regrets, We lost ourselves in the labyrinth where tired time finds its matching chamber. And lost years, wrecks on the seas of memory, seem to gather At the shore next to you, we sowed the sand that swallowed them with kisses; Hidden in the folds of nights, we whispered eternal vows under the moon, Deep in the cosmic field, we now breathe the same star, unyieldingly. Please, oh memory, you, the old guardian of my dreams, Keep fresh the taste of those days, when love was our law; And when fate shall grow somber, and in the end, the heavy curtain falls, Let me fall asleep with the thought that somewhere, in the soul, you will always live - my true self.