foreign morning.

(in love and sadness)




" for i know with the first light of dawn
i'll be leaving,
and tonight will be all
i have left to recall. "































...




in-between fear and words there was always the refusal of love.

always,
in this unreal and true time
you created for us.

you've condemned love and time as if they are one
and it's as if you didn't know that,
now.
as if the inflicted pain
the disappointment
of the disbelief
the surrender
to giving up
could be washed away
by this sea of distance.








.....










but no.


like that word of yours.


so many
and other
times.


"no".



...






..






.






now all we have left to do is close our eyes
hugging what used to be
and pretend that we dream.
that we can dream.
ourselves.
still.

beyond.


until tomorrow.






















(images taken from the book Love, Sex, and Intimacy - Their Psychology, Biology, and History, by Elaine Hatfield and Richard L. Rapson)




(..."the morning is just a few hours away"...)