The world is withering like the fallen leaves
I can never tell where upon the terrace field
Of life, exploration. existence and will-
Are we nearing the end of our summit
Or merely crossing the drop of a hill
Ever far from the clouds, fringe of the pit
Are we at the very first rung of the fate wheel
Or are we edging rapidly towards the dip
Are we about to crush are we about to kneel
Are we losing our desperate clawing grips
Am I hearing welcoming drums or is this our knell
Is the thief of time silently vouching to steal
Our last supper our very last earthly meal
Or are we just crouching to brace The Greater Leap

possiamo scappare insieme?
la tua mano nella mia, come un sogno
sì, potremmo avere i nostri argomenti
ma ciò non significa che non ti amo
ti amo così tanto mio tesoro
la mia vita senza di te è incolore
così quando sei venuto
sono stato completamente portato via
il mio cuore è tuo, amore mio
la mia felicità sei tu
l'** trovato in te
il mio amore la mia vita
grazie per essere entrato nella mia vita
non sai quanto sei importante per me

The journey is the charm that brings us together
After this love will be eternal
It's so long since anyone held me
Duty sent us down different paths
Missing you must end
Already my heart is full to the brim
full of weary days spent apart
exposed to desire heavy with longing
I remember your warm embrace
Each night in my dreams
once loneliness reached out and sundered closeness
yearning for time to pass
when sorrow would fade and cold would thaw
No one has held me for a long time
anxiety ever present
The truth: dreaming is lonely
the further away the closer to this one time
I leave my love so quietly
Time to step out of the rain
that rains in our hearts and weighs us down

93 million miles Ra’s rays travel
and light your cratered face

as you rise between monoliths
where janitors man buffers

and ambitious white collars sit by crumpled fast food wrappers
devouring data, dreaming of their own ascension

while you climb ten floors a minute

tomorrow, our wide world will shave a corner from you
in a fortnight, you will be a white whisper

though surely as our stone spins, you will again
become gibbous--then regally full

inside the scrapers, the buffers yet buzz,
the aspiring giants yet yearn for more

while you remain, silent light in the night,
unperturbed by their folly