images (kuwaderno 4, slu)

I will never get tired of looking at your face and memorize each line
and expression that gives birth to the wholeness of your beauty

the way your lips curve when your laughter echoes through the corners
of the room when my humor is good enough for your ears

the way your eyes sparkle when the tears in them resist to flow freely
to show me the anger you never knew how to set free

I will never get tired of hearing your voice hum a lullaby every time
I fear closing my eyes thinking that you will vanish with the darkness

the way your song gives me strength to believe that the sun will always
remember to bring tomorrow for us to still share

the way the sound of your heartbeat comforts me while I touch your hands
and cherish their warmth when loneliness becomes too familiar

I will never get tired of sitting beside you every night when we wait
for the sky to shed tears to bless our common soul

the way you earnestly hoped for a star to fall in your hands and
share with me all of its brightness and wonders

the way your arms softly embrace me with reassurance that there will still be
nights for us to share in waiting for a star to witness our oneness

…I will never get tired of recalling your fading memories