Crying in every verse

Crying in every verse

Crying in each verse, when reading it,
Would that it were so, my love;
Had some remnant of a caring
Gilding the day where love nests.
Sealing a hope in carousel
Gallops between stars, dream on the loose,
flying through the sky eternities
cherishing a world without revolt.
Would in this instant, naked and beautiful
Wandering in fantasies by night
Prowling constellation, star divine
In bed that promise already scourge
The marks on the sheets of delusions
Burning in such blazing, rare suns ...

MARCOS LOURES