abandoned

If I'd descend from heaven in your eyes, (like a trail of the moon),

would you hold off your eye blink to not jeopardize my ray?

But if I'd be disseminated from the sky, on your lips, with drops

of the rain, would I quench your thirst with this water of mine?

And yet, because the «if», is just a condition of the argument

and the «would», just the tag line, then the answer will be clear, —

you will be what you want others to be for you, — while me, —

I'll remain a silent flame in an abandoned silhouette — (smiling...).