Coeur noir

For my heart, your heart
and my freedom in your eyes.
From my lips to the sky;
my illusion every day
and the rain in the nite.
The horizon and your absence
suddenly you crash in my mind.
Why touch it?, why make her sad?
Why think she is not
like the rest that lies behind ?
Histories that I could tell you.
Histories that mark my past;
some I won't remember,
written in dead cold ice.
Some are full of sadness,
sadness I can't hide.
For my heart, your heart
and my freedom in your eyes.

Picture by Mary G.F.