Unusual time passes tyrannically,
amid whispers of a distant wind.
Your motives, hidden, are strange to me,
in labyrinths of loves and flocks.
The warmth of your skin, inalienable,
a subtle fire that runs in my veins.
I close my eyes and sleep deep,
losing myself in a kingdom without a world.
Menester to dream in the warmth of your embrace,
where time stands still, eternal the bond.
The laughter that emanates from your honeyed lips,
is a divine song that envelops my being.
The day slips away and the night awakens,
the stars dance, the moon reinvents itself.
Your motives, though hidden, are fibres of the soul,
weaving realities in a space without calm.
