Windows Without Dreams - The Argotist Online

TO NOT LOSE MYSELFYou can break out of metime strips,to throw me to the sky,to be immortal in your hands,to not lose myself,to be a constellation,and always looking myself youngwith each sunset when we are love.To let gods play for mewith harps of heaven,and for their hands to caressall that is missing,to gather the groan dissolutionin a bunch of dewwhen you go,to can make destiny rainand the tears of heavenfall over all that is love.Raining… raining over arid land,to smell a wet soul …at sunrise or to the sunset.I might fly as highin love with youin ether.Nobody is sad …we have ourselves.24