Search for the traces, search for evidence or for witnesses
Lest the yearning departs the chest
Search for an image in every photograph
Where all symbolic charms are faded in the background
Search it dearly, search it well
For if this bear any fruit
Let it be in tranquil seas afloat
Search it everywhere from books or magazines
That was left on the workspace
Perhaps the dust could tell if your face
Settled in his consciousness
And if time reveals the hour for which
your language bespoke
Let this be the sign for which the heart awaits
For its groom.
All the memories will once again
Cross the heart and crush the spirit in half
But my love, if all is not taken care of
What glory shall prepare you
For a journey anew
If the ships have been released from the ropes
Of its grip, and the anchor has been raised to sleep
What cloth shall you hoist to gather all the birds from afar?
Is it not your desire to meet the hopes of your heart?
Search well, search
For dreams mirror the dark side
Completely different to imagine
For this reality renders you to sit and outside
A good stare of the world where tears drift
And wound your spine.