We have lost even this twilight. 
No one saw us this evening hand in hand 
while the blue night dropped out of the world. 

I have seen from my window 
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. 

Sometimes a piece of sun 
burned like a coin between my hands. 

I remembered you with my soul clenched 
in the sadness of mine that you know. 

Where were you then? 
Who else was there? 

Saying what? 
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly 
when I have sad and feel you are far away? 

The book fell that is always turned to at twilight 
and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. 

Always, always you recede through the evenings 
towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.