Don’t Lose Hope

Unbelieving I stare at your face. I hear the sound of your breathing, the most beautiful melody existence could have. My lips trembling with joy sing the poem of your name. You bring my name to your lips you want me. I fall into your arms... — a cold lost planet falls into a lost orbit of love — unbelieving I run my hand over your face over your shoulder I press my ear to your chest. And the rapid beats of your heart — truer than any history — I hear... You are my beautiful destiny. My lips tremble my voice trembles and my murmurs wind through the room hang upon your ear: — my steps were far too small. Even though only valleys and mountains and polluted oil wells lay between us — my tears fall let me cry. The weeping of a lost joy, on the safe threshold of home wells up in me; on the cold breast of the pillow every night still...