Mourning Cross
I lie on the beach in the afternoons,
throwing my sad nets
to the sea, so blue, so blue
it reminds me of your eyes.
my sadness stretches across the water
like the sunbeams, like fire,
my solitude returns to me,
crashing through,
like a shipwreck.
I am the desperate one
screaming into the wind
words without echoes,
love without return.
A cross of mourning
forms between my brows,
you sing, you sing in the wind
your fleeting words,
that wanted to damage me,
crossing the solitude
of dream and silence.
my infinite dream,
love, like an immense wave
transparent and heavy,
lives in your life
unforgotten,
sweetened by your tears,
preserved in salt,
as you lie imprisoned
in my sad nets.
