Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

Traces of you

I trace the contours of your being upon the folds of life
I wrap you up into myself to stop the flight of time
I count the years and save each day we leave behind
You are the treasure I will cherish until the day I die

I see the gleam of happiness in your tired eyes
I close the blinds so only you can be my source of light
And in the dark when I'm alone I climb upon your rays
You are the sunlight I will seek until the end of my days