I heard you, higher than before
in the icicles that hung from the window
where stars never were
and I see you, further than the last;
slipping through the minutes
that get caught in my chest
Oh! I am afraid of myself
and afraid of moving you so close
because I was once wilder and stronger
until our love grew and broke
and now I am the summer
that shall fade soon to fall,
in the patch on the mountain
where nothing seems to grow.
If you are the sun, I would melt
if your light should fully shine
if you are the wind, I will fall
like the tree before the storm
if you are the thunder
my ears will go deaf at your sound
and if you are the water
I’m sure that I shall drown.
and I see you, further than the last;
slipping through the minutes
that get caught in my chest
like an echo, lost on my ears
only waiting for the moment
where I finally learn to hear.
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