Desert is a silence that extends itself
For light-years in front of me
Desert is your absence in my chest
Huge hole in eternity
Lack of brightness in the stars
No summers where I can migrate to
Lack perfume in the rose /And love in the eyes of people
Desert is never see you again.
It is not to know about your dreams
your pleasures and your sins
Delirium is the desert (where I see you)
Alone, master of time.
Your eyes sometimes infantile sweet
translate my hunger
and its fulfillment.
You know the path to the heart
to my Oasis
and beyond the desert … The PARADISE …
Aline Martins
Tags: heart, missing love, Poetry, romance, saudades
