Purgatory

Like a Claret Cup Cactus hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing sickle,
Ill, I awaited my untimely end
And thought: the fateful hour's night has just begun.

I am being penetrated by thoughts.
My heart slowed down its beat:
I was collapsing, disappearing, and it seemed
The sun of youth had scorched my fair skin.

Between my concussions
There was nothing to remember.
Expect for our garden that I've locked away.
Life's frozen threshold,

Sullen and cold in ignorance.
The flaming tears of your bright eyes
The last union of our kisses,
The strength of loving words and passionate sighs.

You called me back from gloomy realms,
And with the breath of your red lips,
Sweet pleasures to momentarily enjoy again.
I'll breathe you in until my grave.

At each birth
A new rhythm, Rising up with fading colors,
At death - purgatory is now my prisons vision.