The Horizon Of A Simple Life. Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

She was riding my heart
like she was going to war,
and she was everything
I couldn't understand
or write about,

a goddess with no shape
changing like the clouds,
leaving bits of her
to the slightest gust of wind;

and she was frightening
like the sun that catches you
in the middle of the desert,
sprinting after every mirage

or like the siren
that sings to you
only to crush your heart
between the waves and the rocks;

and in her breath
I lost my heart and died
Like some unfortunate bonfire
That swallows too much rain,

but there was hope
painted on her lips,
a frightened kiss,
the horizon of a simple life...