A love

His path was forged by the rocks of the road.
Her smile was like the midday light that minces the haze in a reverie of mirrors, in a magnetic derivation.


His inner storms formed her serene image, in seaweed and terror; in a dormant sun and empty arms.

She was like a blind child playing with stones, electricity and dead leaves.


He just was a wound that couldn't be healed.
 
"You'll be like a light that will light my way."





She was settled in the ample celestial welkin; in the ribs of the immense sky of the dead daughters.



As a constellation she was settled.



He became wild nocturnal creature, or galvanic reaction.



Far and estranged from the worldly theatre, their garden remains immutably untouched
haunted by her amorous light
by his animalized pantings.






Will this horrible despondency, this nightmare without an end disappear one day?
















"You'll be like a light that will light my way."