The haze of the South

the warmth in the eyes is how the mountain outlines left in me, unspoken by sunsets by the ghosts of what never happened the echoes measured the distance still not having found a form, they wander just like you and me through our valleys the saddened silence in me I'll enshrine as an aftertaste of the grape sun look at who you are now, sweetheart desperately enfolding me with the warmth of the land of the Upper Rhine