THE LONGING

Let’s start

with the longing 

to your beauty,

in this wide world

how deep and cold

to stand alone,

sweet are the lights

warming everything

and all the earth is breathing.

The rain started to fall

tumbling over the rocks

and the moon 

lolling on its side,

the sun beyond the words

blind is its face,

who started all this

and I still want you.