At dawn our angels meet

This sun is orange, as if it cried for you the entire night while away from you, as if it dreamed about you with a passion of a proud solitary… in an unknown night, in a mysterious ground.

At dawn our eyes meet, your face is rouge from the passions of a love with beginnings long forgotten in the past, with basis beyond sacrifice, above pain. This warmth of you brings a flute song in this savage heart, high notes filled with magic for a fairytale… a fairytale made from the both of us, belonging to the both of us – gently conquering us, when awake or when sleeping like this, closely tight. At dawn, our angels meet.

It all began here, on the ground, among all people; and it echoes up there, far in the heights where you and I make a home together.

All we know is that we exist: you for me, and I for you. Damn everything else…