Daydreaming, in now late morning,
I row my sad boat toward
the depths of your oceanic eyes
There, where, loneliness grows,
like a childs balloon escaping,
towards the heights in your arms.
Red sails appear in your absent eyes
fluttering like a sea of wheat, waving
goodbye to the departing wind
Alone, you gaze at pearls
of memory, long ago
innocence,
which at times,
evaporated,
like the spent foam
on the endless shore.
Resting, in evening twilight,
I pull my blue empty boat from that calm bay
that provides harbor to your dark eyes
The night birds chirp, gleefully,
saluting, the appearance
of the first evening stars:
Venus and the moon
in your eyes,
shimmering, glistening
The night arrives galloping
like a somber simulacrum
distributing black olives
over invisible groves
as your eyes close...
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