As if it were for us,
Another moon lights up
And unfolds
A blank page for the night,
Still to be written,
As if for us alone
Then the night yields
But demands words
And caresses,
Love's familiarities.
You,
Can you tell me a road,
A solitary road,
That's ready for us,
For us,
Who are leaving home
To encounter a night
That, yielding, looks at us
And lets us go by.
You,
Can you invent a road for me,
A solitary road,
That's right for us,
For us,
Who are coming from home
To steal from the night
A blank page
Still to be written.
As if it were for us
Another moon lights up,
But it demands words
And caresses,
Love's familiarities.
