Nebulosa

We walked on the back of the page
Where the world forgets to read
Your hand is the exclamation point
Which I never tire of hiding
We have our own time zone
A map that we invented
Where north isn't what they say it is
But where did his step stop?

It's because the brightness of our eyes bothers the retina
From someone who only knows black and white
We'll meet around the corner
In the silence that speaks volumes

It's a mirror image, a love of equals
A reflex that deviates from the normal axis
It needs no name, nor explanation
Let the world keep spinning on the other side
No one will touch our truth

Two rivers flowing towards the same destination
No rush
That the eyes cannot judge

If they ask about our frequency
Say it's shortwave radio
Only those who tune into the same essence
Understands what we like

It's not a lack of light, it's an excess of color
That they cannot translate
We keep ourselves trapped in a nebula
Where fear cannot go
Where fear cannot go

It's a mirror image, a love of equals
A reflex that deviates from the normal axis
It needs no name, nor explanation