The love song of Sofia Eden

In the cloudy November skies,
The playful smoke from the chimneys
Liberates itself into the air, it dances, curls and dies
In a musical dance, it reminds me of your lips
Of your touch and queer softness, like a second
A breath of flame…
I can only see it for a moment, then it is gone.

The shade of your eyes is never the same
Whether we run in the singing earth
I can feel your smells about the air
Whether we laugh or cry or hug the days
Avidly…because we only have so many
I cannot understand our ways…
Lost in the fluttering of devilish wings.

Can’t you see the people?
Mankind is spinning all around.
Can’t you see their faces, their hands?
But all creation is lost in whirlwind, a blur.
In the end, the universe is defined by man’s slur…

No one is like me, like you
When we feel suspended between so many chains
This is where we relive from their rust colored stains
Our natural colors come back
Revived from the realms of neutrality
And they blend, sometimes clashing playfully.
They seem to me children with no future, no past
Alive just for a breath of air. How long will they last?

How did your messy clothes
Find their way in the closets of my scared mind?
Where did they find the bolted lock?
With what trickery did they mock my private doors?

Let’s remind ourselves that it’s a war we’re waging
Against all rules and morals, running with an aging star
Against the security of schools, only our memories matter.
Why has this raging wind whipped us into something new?
We are a new being, our souls rest as fresh as spring dew,

Wrapped in the comfort of a blossoming life,
Our smiling phantoms have no room to believe in strife.
Oh, solitary birds sing of something you have never seen,
After all living love is a story of melancholy, I have yet to win.
Remember the crinkled eyes of who has taken a breath of the candle
Who recorded, remembered, rewound that lullaby, so amazing
Like a million ancient tapes, they crowd each flame, quickly blazing
Once upon a fairy tale is not as satisfying as the rub of jeans
In the cold November nights, when we’re lying together, side by side.