The Sunken Cathedral

 
The dark and strange shadow
of your eyelashes on your cheeks
reminds me of naked trees
in the empty windless night.

Remain there in the backlight
softly lost in the moonlight
like flowers that react to touch
and weep discreetly in the mirror.

The black of your lips frames
your luminous teeth without smiles
only the faint memory of a dream.

Your gentle hands touching the hair
so quietly that the moon waits to shine
the moon and I fell in love with your shadow!


PAR