Swaying my body in darkening day,
Thousands of poisonous kisses upon my veins.
Tango without the soul of my darling,
Here in the wilderness of agony, I meander.
Waning, the winter moon; dimming, the stars,
A heart, tattered like an old cloth,
Joy, torn apart by bitter tears of my eyes.
Rainbow ablaze but not hot.
Freezing within me, my tiny universe trembles.
Cyan skies turn auburn; lonely doves fly home,
Their nests, empty, silence mourns aloud.
