River of Fire and Honey

 

River of Fire and Honey

The song of my tenderness wanders around my solitary castle like an enchanted river, woven from voices that whisper like wind through leaves, and gestures rising like mountains at dusk.

I lower the weary bridges of my pride, like branches yielding to spring,and let your lights enter — fireflies of gentle warmth, your kindnesses like petals falling upon the skin of the night.
Your eyes, two suns of blackened gold, unsettle the soul like a storm in a clear sky.

I will walk within your voice as one who throws themselves into a river of fire and honey,
where rare fish swim like liquid constellations,and the riverbanks are made of moss and longing.
I will reach your island — a secret garden where time blooms in silence, and behind the door, a banquet of ardors awaits me, with ripe fruits of promises and wines gathered from the dew of your presence.

I wish to raise the bridges like trees leaning toward an embrace,and dig a moat not of distance, but of tenderness, where sorrow dissolves like mist under the morning sun.

From the tower of my castle, I see in the distance a boat — your boat —cutting the waters like a heron in serene flight,carrying with you the scent of the tides and the whisper of stars.
It would be a pity to shipwreck without living the sweet tempests of emotion, yet may our journeys be like breezes, without pain, and our arrivals like the blooming of a flower that waited all summer.

A thousand reveries, a thousand sensations dance like leaves in the wind within my imagination.

Time — that river that takes everything and brings everything back —may, by will, pause its own current,
so that we may live forever in the brilliance of our desires, as if the world were an open field beneath the sky of our longing.