happiness

for a face made of water,

a kiss from the clouds

in the dreams of a breathless body

dying in the desert,

of a caress, a heartbeat and a mystery.

 

water on a tongue made of salt,

tears for eyes made of stone,

 

and my hands have prayed without prayer,

and my eyes have dreamed

without dreams,

 

for beauty too beautiful to withhold,

I have lived, to know

that water weeps

 

for the earth that will welcome my body

and for the wind that shall carry me.