Five days...
and his kiss
is no more
than eve's cool breeze ...
she shivers by this thought.
Still gleaming embers
whirling, swirling
o,
reach the moon
and melt
those frozen tears ...
five days.
And ardour
is no more
than juvenile dreams ...
a breath of fresh air
takes her sigh to the stars.
Safely treasured, there
amongst his undying love
for each kiss a guard ...
pulsating light, forever.
Five endless days ...
vanished in this night
a single dash
of blinding light ...
she rubs her eyes.
Left
is a crimson trace in her mind
she once knew this way
but where did it lead -
some touch, hot tears,
time ... ?