Dark twilight in the folding horizon
mist accumulated in the air trees
shadow fostered imagination
a deserted retreat in time to wait
I ran my response
about the self that is perceiving
a heartache that is also a pity
as if you were on your own in this long wait
I'm here too
eye twinkle one morning
which I cultivate at the end of the eye
in soft voice
so the wind passes the letter of love
that never ages
your patience for the trials I have promised happiness
When I get back in the trap
about love that never dies
There's always love for you
