A Lifelong Sleep

Tom! Please,

hear the whisper of loneliness.

Bend over your heart,

which you have convicted to

a lifelong sleep.

Please, get up and look out

the window - eternal winter

begins there.

This is the night

that has found a safe haven

in your silent soul.

You stand at the beginning of

the way back, but you are afraid

to understand where your fresh tears

are leading you.

Your daydreams,

conceived against their will,

are just a sad epitaph

you created yourself.

You are still writing a letter

you will not send

because you do not know

the addressee.

Tom, look at the sky,

at the crimson stars

in whose light your longing is born.

The body, offered to solitude,

does not expect a soul today.

Tom... Before you go,

leave behind some warmth,

the sweet scent of your hot skin.

Let me feel passion,

let me experience desire.