Perhaps time will try to devour us

in its search for flames and souls,

to not let us see our dawn together,

maybe nights will have no stars.

Maybe memories will be a burden,

maybe waters will cover our names,

maybe the odds fight our reunion

under our bridge just at twilight,

maybe the moon will cry for us,

maybe our portals will go to dust.

Still, I will remain at the threshold,

my collar in place, my body firm,

you´ll find me, proud to be yours,

I will make you proud to be mine.  

June 14, 2019