Fading Illusion

In your eyes, dark as dusk itself,
that evening drowned—
the city's cry for a moon that would not rise.

My heart, fertile as tilled earth,
I buried at the foot of eucalyptus.
From there grew golden flower.

In the breathless, burning noon,
its union with raw sunlight—
no one turned to see.
No one turns to see here.

You never saw my faith.
I never saw your love.