My soul weeps again, calling out your name

My soul weeps again, calling out your name, Through endless dreams of silence. I lose my roots, no longer knowing where you are, My soulmate, from where will you appear in evenings? I write letters in the night sky, stories drawn in stars, On the canvas of life, I reconstruct the path to you. I wait, lost in twilight, where are you, my love? What place in the world hides you, what mountain deceives me again with you? With lips parched by thirst, I touch your outline in dreams, In the torches of cold nights, where I lose myself and lose you, I close our story between the covers of longing, In words that tumble from the soul, without purpose and without end. I open the book again in the evening, when the heart is life's prey, When loneliness flows through my veins, salty and bitter, And though longing overcomes me, I rise with each moment, No sky is too high when my soul holds onto you. I search for your face in old newspapers, feel your scent in verses, And my days pass by, pale, devoid of your light. Every morning, I wait for you, my sun, To brighten my day, to bring me smiles, to fill my soul with love.