Your Image

When the stars fade away, our breaths will remain 

And as vapour clouds herald a great summer rain 

Perhaps my hand will reach out to the great void 

And touch your voice from behind those clouds 

I swear to you, that I did know, it's your skin 

Your lonesome eyes and your hungry embrace

In all that darkness which was in my mother's womb 

And your sweet smile, the last image I'd ever see