The Thought Of Not Having You Since. Poem by Sara Iglesias

As a I gaze at the full moon

The leaves float in the freezing breeze

Trees wisper old souls´s secrets

To shining starts in the inmense night.

I recall your scented presence,

whose smell softens the flesh and aggravates the longings of the heart.



The remebrance of your fingers on my skin

it´s poignant and fierce

A burning flame, an electrifying force

The thought of not having you since.



I wish to be taken far,

where the rainbow ends and the sea meets the sky,

where all the love ends,

and all the clouds die.



Hope gathers in the garden,

Hapiness lies on its past

Melancolia rejoices on faded silver and dry petals

while mortality witnessed all turned to ash.