Wed roses together, When we share together Deep moments, until the wreckage of hollow moons, Under the gaze with harbored tears, When faded photographs Are yours to swear Were not together there With the failing of your heart. You have music to play? Then, play it, Sound it In the drums of drunken song. All along You sought for the comfort Of sheer glimpses of disbelief, When loss comes into the rest of sleep. You have trembling fingers, Bleeding eyes, Motionless sighs That hold Neptune in one gust, Bacchus, in the other. Where will you drown, When Mars is at your doorstep? By the bliss of a thousand uncertainties, By the loss of a million misfortunes, You have come to be The universe, intact, Sought to be, Our lives, in how they lack Movement, upon their frigid shoulders.