The Eternal Fire

In those days I thought I would keep repeating your name I thought time would stay here in the strands of my hair where that night your kiss had made its nest. where, you used to say, the sun lay sleeping. I thought the truth had blossomed in me at the moment of our union. But time came and carried me away with my hair, my thoughts as easily as the water of a stream carries a sheet of paper. Ah, the monster of oblivion that devoured the weary feeling! No doubt no river’s course runs back toward its source. And yet, sometimes the truth lies in childish thoughts. I thought in that stolen moment of union, there, that eternal fire had been conceived in me...