Nathane Cavalier
I feel like this each time,
Like I’m missing your colors,
My dear, handsome sky.
As if I’m looking at you through
A veiled window, covered in lies,
instead of these cold eyes.
Missing the truth of who you are.
Will I ever truly know,
If those blue eyes meant more than
I dare to hope?.
Your blue, even in gray, holds its essence,
inspiring me to feel with all my senses
the meaning of your clouds,
my handsome sky clear all my doubts .
I do not ask you to be mine,
Simply an answer for what was behind,
your smile and laugh.
Or was I merely dreaming of what I cannot have?.
For B.J., whose eyes became my dream, and whose illusion revealed my truth.
CLAMOR 