Our lips were so close
we could not tell apart
one breath from the other

I wished I could paint you in tears
on the dunes of my heart's desert
and keep you there

I wished you'd let me swing your babies
carry them on my shoulders
and play among the clouds

I kneeled in front of you
asking your forgiveness for my hesitation
for being afraid of myself

You repeated to me then my own words:
if not afraid, you can't be brave
and I cried with no anger

I wish I could somehow say I'm sorry
and kill my passions, hesitations and fear
and leave my soul entirely in your hands

I'm lonely and sometimes I'm sad
Seasons are just seconds marching
The sea is still too cold... and far away...