Night, how can you close your eyes
when your love stands at the horizon
your radiance increasing by the hour
yet you veil yourself at the footsteps of dawn?
Day tiptoes in his eagerness
to catch a glimpse of your face
you kill your passion mercilessly
do you not die every day?
Hands extended across time, you are the darkness
bringing him solace
He carries the burning coals of the sun
and dreams about your velvet eyes.