A Face To The Marbled Stone

In your eyes I see the silhouette of a poet
that never bored to speak of you.
Angel that envies the angels, tranced in pale grace,
you never looked at the stars I brought (just to you).
Our secret word loads a feast of danger
but I hope you know who we are.
Unfaced sculpture, cold marbled stone,
I just hope you know who you are.

When you are cold
My blaze can burn for both of us.
And if it's dark
Just let my light be your guide.

"When I am cold
Can your blaze burn for both of us?
When it's dark
Can I use your light to be my guide?

Stones are liquid for the one who walks upon waters
but you can't mold a face deep inside your marbled heart".