The day of the silent footsteps has come.
The fiery one is ready to hide,
to let the last serene ocean
of the night say its goodbye.
It will be pretty and your cruel nature, a beautiful one.
The feet, and of the other lovers I am unaware of
will sink tonight.
This is how we wait, clutched and deprived.
You leave behind a tiny shadow
as you move away on your toes.
My heart throbs and I know it wants to follow you.
This weak one blames me for it cannot leave
as my being cages it in my ribs.
A long March does torment me.
But unlike you,
she presents you at her shadow.
What do you have for me ‘My April’?
(The Stories beneath the eyes)