Our Tenderness

Autumn washes away our days,
Bringing darkness ever closer,
And the lights ignite more often
To fill the streets’ emptiness.
The birds have long been silent,
And the heart beats less frequently,
While beneath the grim mask of faces
Our Tenderness hides somewhere.

Tangled in the nets of Love,
We search for a saving thread,
Lost in the Minotaur’s labyrinths,
We come to you again, Ariadne.
And somehow, life feels disjointed,
But spring will come: the soul’s solace,
And with it, the freshness of new life
Will return to us our Tenderness.

Water surrounds us everywhere,
Leaving us only islands
Where beneath a thick layer of ice
The Earth’s warmth and heat are preserved.
Water rises upward through the dried sand,
Flows down through thunderclouds,
Its rapid current rushes
Through the rocks and ages of our sorrow.
And the summer rain will return,
Gifting us our Tenderness and Love.

Autumn washes away our days,
Bringing darkness ever closer,
And the lights ignite more often
To fill the streets’ emptiness.
And somehow, life feels disjointed,
But spring will come: the soul’s solace,
And with it, the freshness of new life
Will return to us Love’s Tenderness.