The green trees, the violet flowers,
your dark eyes - are all atoms and chemicals.
Like the blue skies and the blue blood
are all but trick visions.
The light of the day that touches
them, is all the paint there is;
The light that reaches my eyes
is a messenger with a colorful deceiving kiss.
Therefore, deeper I am in love with
the honest darkness of the night,
that offers nothing in misguided colors,
for the love has nothing to do with sight.
Your fair hands I only remember,
for how well they are crafted;
your lips for their skill
and how long their artwork lasted.
In the dark, the world is an intriguing adventure,
an adventure not any less wondrous than the day,
for even in the afternoons, I close my eyes to picture
my hands exploring your landscape and your hands paving the way.
