Your Light-Sensitive Hand

You are playing this game

that will never let you win.

The warm, luminous night,

tamed with your light-sensitive hand,

does not demand pain,

does not wait for impassive love.

My passion in love stole my air,

it stole my dream about a beautiful world

worth living in.

The heat that burns in my mouth

is a stain that cannot be deceived.

I die, I sink to the bottom

of this strange world,

I hide a scream in my mouth

that is quieter than a whisper.

Your words fill me, your eternity is over.

Please wake me up from this truth,

prove to me that man is not lost.

It's quiet, so terribly quiet,

my last dream is dead,

defeated by a kind enemy.

Don't make my soul dream,

don't make my body breathe.

The painful innocence you give me

with your greedy heart,

sings this ballad, sings this silence.

My tongue is bleeding,

cut with a wrong word.

I avoid the light, preferring to die

in the depths of your shadow.

I don't know if it's fear or love,

but happiness drives me crazy.

Without your embraces, I die

in a silence that will forever remember

your name, which will allow me

to plunge into this rain

without complaint.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Passion one part fear, one part happiness, and all wrapped in a tornado of confusion. And when it passes the silence is deafening. The ruins can seem impossible to repair. Thoughts do well expressed here. Nice job.