you come to me as comfort in the sad nights in the bitter mist and in the icy breeze

you want me to learn the strength of words and the harshness of feelings

because blue is actually a mix between grays

I embrace the red taste of your lips

because red is the blood that spills in my soul

hot like the midday sand

I look up to the sky for a drop of fresh water

for savoring what as a child they told me

what was love

but I wake up days and nights

confused and dazed

and you come to me

teaching me to see the sunrise through the clouds

between shadows

and into the darkness.