SILENCE IN MY TEARS

When silence arrives in the surroundings
When the words die
The shooting stars lie
In the sky of shadows
Which burn the world of meadows

When the malignant odor extinguishes in light
An angel arrives in my sight
Flies me away to the spirit of love
Which is as white as a dove

Thousands of words painted
By the doozy picture that never fainted
Being in the eyes of the spirit
Whose beauty makes me dumbfound

The spirit of love that’s no one but you
Your mellifluous voice
Makes me over head and ears in your love

I’ve heard of a tradition
Of kissing under the mistletoe
If we move under it,
Will you practice the tradition with me?

In the joyous summer night
I wanna embrace the spirit of love and kiss it
I wanna feel your beauty in my eyes
I wanna touch your soul
And immerse in you…

I wanna practice that tradition with you
Such a field day, I wish was near
For the wizardly Hocus-Pocus’ you spell
Make the feeling uncontrollable

I’ve heard of a tradition
Of kissing under the mistletoe
If we move under it,
Will you practice the tradition with me?