Celesta

With those little eyes, I'd make myself an umbrella,
so that only your looks rain on me.
While you sleep alone in your sparse bed,
may only your mornings wake me up.
...and without you, I am nothing,
without you, there won't be, there is nothing without you.
You touched my day with needle fingers,
with threads of thread, with dead summers.
And on that day, your gray and blind stories
showed me that every second is a splinter.
...and without you, I am nothing,
without you, there won't be, there is nothing without you.