The lady quit writing
Demons were mangling her
She needed time
For a flight with her thoughts
The man was waiting
In the middle of nowhere
He left the page
Of a book without words
Dark clouds and wild winds
Were killing the young garden
There was a time
When witches and magicians
Made time disappear
Like a victim of love
Eyes and skin were married
The mouths weren't clean
As did the wounds
Of their recurring past
Crowds of blind dogs driven by
The smell of Paradise on the sheets
The man cut the wire
Used it to walk away
Searching for the lady
He loved since the moon was born
And what he saw was a mirror
And one year on his face
And the eternity lost