Light

The light generates from your eyes.
The light is your eyes when they seem to be made of dark oceans.
This light warms my body and it transforms it
into the flame of the beginnings.

You are the love of a land I dreamt about and did not find,
and then, I forgot I tried to find it.
You are the passion of love from a world, other than the one I live in,
a world I tried to find and you’ve helped me reach.

You are the stream of life, from you and from me and from something
too much from the beginning to be able to name it without
burning my lips.

Don’t ever go walking in a forest as bright as you, because you will overwhelm it.
You will create lava which will burn my soul together with those trees
next to which you liked to think you were.
But if you do, send yourself towards me so your passion will brighten my night,
and your light will be flowers growing from your palms when your arms
protect me.

The light is flames and struggles. The light is you.
You are so much light that I finally understand,
that intensity means flames, tear means struggle, light means you,
and “you” means light.