LOVE HAS ONLY NOW

The autmn poppies roll down  the yellow dreary street, delicate, anticipating snow.

Now you understand
why I prefer the sun and deserts dry, and waiting at the train stations.

This life of ours is a waiting room.
And all this waiting we call love
Makes me restless
Leaves so plenty of time for boredom and for hurt.

I want to wash my face
In your hair before you leave.
But my time is running out
And I wonder if I can make it  to catch a glimpse of your smile.

I want to tell you so many things,
But I don't know how,
There's no brighter word I can say now,
When we love each other
For the last time
In the wake of our shipwreck.

My nomad spirit lingers on, longing for some unknow eyes and stars, and vast worlds inhabiting the universe and my heart wants to forget you.

Now you understand my longing for the endless horizons and anticipation
Of some well-hidden disquiet.

I wish all the lovers in the world
Could learn to love.
Love has no history.
Love has only now.