Acid Rain

 

Acid Rain

The acid rain of farewell runs down my face as if each drop were a tear forged from crystal blades.
I wasn’t ready for your departure — the ground slipped from beneath my feet like leaves swept away by an autumn gale.
You left too soon, like a shooting star that fades before granting its wish.
Without you, my source of inspiration has dried up like an enchanted river forgotten by time.

I carry in my chest a garden of enigmas, where wildflowers grow among the thorns of uncertainty.
The mountains where I hide my heart — deep within the earth — tremble with the echo of your absence.
Lone wolf, you rule my soul with your howls dancing in the wind, yet I never see you.

You are a mirage in the forest of my thoughts, a shadow among the pines, a jasmine scent that vanishes at a touch.
In the solitude of my abysses, perhaps my screams are only echoes of your silences.
I travel through fields of mist, among lilies and beeches, searching for a whisper of yours — like a sweet, feverish hallucination.

A touch from you would be like dawn’s dew on burning skin: magical, chilling, liberating.
I want to lose myself in the delirium of your presence, where madness dresses itself in love and everything makes sense.

Without promises, without contracts, come back.
Pull me out of this pit of dry roots and take me to the heavens, where clouds are made of cotton and hope.
Savor my essence, which waits for you among fog, moss-covered paths, and waterfalls that sing your name.
You will find me pure, like a flower never picked, ready to feed on your touch for a thousand springs.

The tears that burn will transform into soft breeze, the swords into magnolia petals, the wounds into illusions that dance at the sound of your return.
Come back. Give me the balance to free the ink running through my veins, to write with my soul what only you make me feel.

You are more than emotion — you are a volcano in eruption, incandescent lava that does not scream to the wind, but etches your mark into the earth.
I am yours, inspiration, for as long as you remain the spell that enchants me.

Rain never forgets the storm, but it is in the calm that the miracle blooms.
It is in that sacred instant that I want to live, until my final breath.

Do not run, inspiration.
In you I planted my heart — like a seed awaiting your light.