Absent Presence

Horizon painted in sorrow… Slowly Vanishing the red as a colour. It is the finished hour, The sunset of an ardent love, The extinction of a heart Which has bled too deeply, As the root of love Prematurely ceased its growth: It is the very existence of it, The unforgettable mark Impregnated in memory And unaltered by time. The sunset red is sinking now, Immersing in the ocean's depths; With mine emotions in crepuscule, Expectantly, I linger still… My night is coming: Deeper and darker; Profoundly and mysteriously My soul Reflected clearly up above, In the lunar silver-ball: Full and static Yet, in a vibrant move. In its shadows grey, My lover's face…serene, I distinguish; It seems that always have been there Looking down at me: Everlastingly Nocturnal omnipresence! In its absent presence, Fevered with emotions And unashamed of my heart's nudity, I reveal to it my deepest secrets: My intimacy of thoughts, In a fusion of understanding, we converse. In stellar light surrounded, I lie embraced in its inert touch: My sphere crystalline, Cradling my soul to dreaming Serenely…blissfully… Beatitude in celestial harmony For soul purification! Until tomorrow night, When it will appear again Upon firmament amongst the constellations, With only eyes for me… My lovely, absent company!