I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
My soul is lost without her.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fireI love you as one loves certain dark things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories