Rain in the Wild Strawberry Field

my love
touch my eyelids with your fingertips
and you will feel the mountains growing in the distance
as long as I close my eyes for you
do not leave me
I won’t ask you to give me a tribute of honey or grain
I am the sovereign of a fortress crushed to dust
my dearest dear one

it was not me who killed that lone tree on the hill
but it was too beautiful and I feared it would perish
on our autumn equinox
with one hand I stabbed one leaf
and with the other hand I wiped off the blood from the sky
I only tried to save that tree
it made no difference then
if I was supposed to die at night or during daytime
and that was only a sick silver leaf shining like the moon

I waited for such a long time
with white lilies in my hand
maybe I would have died on our wedding day
and nothing would have changed
now and again I would have asked you to read me a story
about the land beyond the misty swamps
to let me feel the wind blowing closer
to make me see the heavy clouds approaching the crypt
where they abandoned me

 

verde

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