Between my love and I
three hundred nights shall rise
They rise like three hundred walls
The sea will be our magic
Nothing will be left remaining
Only the memories of afternoons
Afternoons filled with sadness
Nights full of longing
Nights full of hope

I hope to gaze once more over your naked body
Imagining your breasts rising
Rising with each breath you take
As I follow my gaze upon the fields
Fields which light the way to the heavens
Where the stars that once engulfed me
Are the same stars I am now losing
final as a marble
your absence will sadden all my afternoons