in the beginning (or was it the end?)
this world did not exist,
nor any other.
I wasn't apart from you then
nor I'm apart from you now,
it's only what is visible that's apart!
these are the evenings,
when the sky turns blue
and street lights turn orange.
these are the evenings
when I weep,
when tears roll down ... drop by drop!
no, these tears are not of grief
they are of love ... only love,
they know that you dance on my heart!
