How can you chase that star
That shines above your head even at day,
When you know that the skies
Will never admit those who cannot fly?
And even when you grow feathers
And wings and eventually soar,
You see that her light
Exists only in your eyes.
Wake up!
You sleeper and dreamer.
Didn’t you hear?
That the world had this figured out.
Wake up!
A star is no one’s light.
For it shines as ever as bright,
Even without your sight…
You say that we do not come for you
As swiftly as your flowers bloom.
That when we come at all,
You’ve long since thrown the flowers away.
We say that we do not love
This thing that you call love.
And that those that give you splendor
And all things that are pleasant,
Torments us from birth to eternity and back.
And that which you throw away,
We keep even when withered and old.
For you, love is life
While for us, it is death.
For when love knocks on your door
You gain the world
While we lose it.
And that everything
We have earned for a lifetime,
Even that which you despise,
We lose, when we see
The world in your eyes.
Yes, we suffer when we love.
We lose sight of the colors
Of the grass.
We lose love for the sweet smells
Of that which is none of you.
We die a silent death
That we hide behind our wrinkles.
We die to wait until you return.
Until you come and claim us
From our misery.
For indeed we were born for you!
Stand still.
Let me smudge blood to your cheek,
To liven up that pallid complexion
And give you a little of my smell.
Stand still.
Let my fingers stroke your silken hair
And decorate them with my fingers.
Let them be left with your smell.
Stand still.
Love my hands as they crawl through your neck,
To grasp your head closer to mine.
Let me smell your soul.
Stand still.
And welcome the breath of my nose.
As you welcome my soul, numb your brain,
Let your blood rush to your eyes.
Stand still.
As we kiss our way amidst the world.
Amidst the flow of the rivers.
Amidst the roaring thunders.
And the angry tempest of the evening rain.