Thirst for Sun - Dew-Scented

Just a cruel recollection

In your sentimental breath

All our expectations

I still believe in life’s sore

A myrtle imagination

And my appeasant cry

Thirst for sun

Sear for me and dwell inside

An ode to faithfulness lies here

Soar to our altar as gold

An impaled desolation

Amid the shifting sands

All our expectations

Dissolving as do tears I swore maturity

It is my own duty to serve

It is our shadow smelting my lust

Stare at this bare residue of dust

Magnetize my wish to flee

From my own imaginations

The undued price, eternal suffering

A sweet kiss, oh soledad

In my own flesh incarnated

Lamentations in vain

All our expectations

Are just flowers of fraud

An existential wisdom

Becam infinite pain