Esos Hijos Del Tiempo

Dangerous silence of these keys,
quiet of my man and his body,
silence with no questions or answers,
without a scream waking me up, without a goodbye,
without tears to cry.

Without you, without loneliness,
without sea, or new moon
on this stillness, I’m swaying
with fear to walk, to walk.

Once I had friends who loved me,
dreamed of living another way,
spreading kisses like cherries,
like carnival music,
like a light breaking the darkness.

Love, there was plenty of love and faith,
new songs.
Every dawn
the sky anchored in our eternal youth.

I can remember them on my chest,
kissing my eyes like angels,
growing with me like a storm,
like the mightiest of winds.

Today we are like bodies without a story,
families scattered across the land,
stars that light up and fade
on the tree of another Christmas,
a glow, a scream in the vastness.

And we are fever and flower
and thirst and new blood.
We traded God
for a handful of metal promises.

I can remember them around the fire,
playing to be stronger every day,
talking to me about love,
the time I lost,
the song, the rain, and the sadness.

Silence in these long hallways,
silence on this journey with no return,
silence in this house without memory
and I ready for anything, to live
I will always have my hand on my heart
my love... my love...