Chasing evening star,
you cup the fire of February...

You lift my heart upon blurry horizons,
keeping in touch with my reminiscence...

Love doesn't need an explanation
for those who fall cynically...

Cologne lingers after the leaves
of my seasonal muse...

Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...

You melted your every wish for me,
molding a small outlook of our love...

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...

Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

Evolving time decays around your touch
months of raspy birth breaking through...

Where could you be,
oh frazzled piece...

I am the soul of this town,
feeding ostracized families...

The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...