What of this dream
that comes into
the senses
distills in a drop of blood in my veins
and keeps the rhythm
on a solemn drum
It nurtures a beat
that matches my heart
in the valley of your dark hair
my soul rests now
in the garden of your eyes
I have utterly retreated
What of this dream
of me and you
that fits every window
of tomorrow
and turns the morning coffee
into a pile of ash and flowers
sucks the morning sun
of all its glory
melts it on the pavements
to brighten your step
reigns in the dark corridor
that constitutes the day
and the night
stains its red carpet
with songs from another world
that angels have never sang
nor they will ever do
What of this reality now
Of me and you
That is commonly called
Love
Devourer of time
Eros invictus
we have become
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