SECRET ISLAND

Let time pass between the two
without letting us change soul and soul.

We have remained fixed, one and the other,
with the impassive solitude of statues,
your face in the background of my still eyes,
my face in your gaze.

In vain are the birds, the clouds,
and the sky always fleeing
toward the sunset.
The sea, the sea of the unfathomable heart with
its spread-out sails and its lighthouses.

The trees that come smiling
through the very first leaves,
the rain that models its fine towers
of glass, the mornings,
summer...

As blind men we are. As blind men
of a luminous wind that lifts us
and takes us avidly,
no one knows where.

And everything surrounds us without touching us
in this fantastic love of love
and of silence.