THE SALT OF MY EYES

THE SALT OF MY EYES


The salt comes down in tears
on the face, who became in love from that,
The heart so exposed to skin it is a dream
but unfortunately abandoned.
Distant of anyone, I lose the taste,
erratic planet, crazy,
A remainder of illusion has decomposed
in some corner leaving of the past...
Would that it also touch the emotions?
she whom I loved in vain,
the world would change,
and suddenly no matter how much
older pain still exist,
would have in my eyes a gentle glow,
shepherding finally, this wandering heart.

Marcos Loures