A Beautiful Heart

Tom, when I heard the whisper

of your footsteps

on the other side of this wall,

when the meaning of

your impatient thoughts

dawned on me,

I understood.

I realized that life means

loneliness for which

there is no antidote.

Tears, especially beautiful

this morning, glisten in the light

of the rising sun.

Tom, your heart's steps

are unusually uncertain today.

The soul, trapped in

a too delightful body,

looks for another way to escape.

Even though I don't know

the reason for your melancholy,

I know one thing.

When you dream of

your own time,

when drowsiness fills

the silence, you let

your damaged memory die.

The future, resurrected

at an ill-time, will give relief

to ungrateful hope.

Tom, I will bring you

the most beautiful stars,

borrowed from the local sky.

I will give you a blue pitcher

to drink from.

And then the last dream

will fade away, the seed

that could give a beautiful harvest

will die.

Tom, let me take care

of your wounds.

Help me understand how

such a beautiful heart cannot love...