L Y N I A

A moment like a breath I have flowed from my palm to infinity, to the brightness of the sea and the sky.

Every season, a different you would appear in the verdicts that reminded me of you.

I was getting by heart a different version of you in every season.

What could be more real than the remarkable memory of time,

From deep to deeper, from near to nearer, and far to farthest.

Every day, the voice of the day would rise.

Every day, a shadow of a wing would touch my hair.

Time would speak and call out silently, and the sea would flow toward your cave heart.

I would hear your voice when day and night wanted to disappear.

Only silence would glorify the sound of rain.

It wasn’t day when I was with you, it wasn’t night when I was with you.

The moments I was with you, in the pause of infinite speed.

It was such a presence that there was neither a sound nor a color.

If the nights at the end of the stars ask us, I will tell them how many times infinite love lasts.

The infinities passing through your eyes illuminate my path, my heart is in love with every shadow of you.

The kiss in the tone of your voice is like a million years