sunsetzens

you ask her what she loves most about the sunset

she will not stop

the words will never be quite enough

to name the feelings that shall not cease

to mingle with the letters and the tears, the smiles and chants

for a love that was, but was found again

the tide brought back the waves of memories

from somewhere in the horizon of moons and springs

a melody of regrets and so much love that kept

the woman sleeping in her dreams where she finds

herself running back,

running back to a love that was...

wind blowing on her face

the eyes that has long missed

those other eyes

that store a thousand and one unspeakable thoughts and hums

to light the last hours of day

to keep the memory at bay....