Sometimes I gaze at the sea,
The limpid ripples of your eyes.
And as if I could touch you,
For you are here, in the reach of my lips.
I seek our embraces
In the abyss of your pupils,
The sparking sensation in our fingertips.
Sometimes I look upon the vast heights above,
The cloudy sky of your smile.
And as if I could vaguely see the Sun
Behind the thick curtains.
I seek our warm reticences
In the pale line of your lips,
Forbidden words in soft gazes.
Sometimes I watch her shadow,
The night entwined in the dark arc of your brow.
And I hold you close, my dearest,
Calling out to the Sun from our unspoken dreams,
That the eclipse may be forever gone.