The Story Of You And Me

I pass this night
the distance
between you and me.
My heart looks
at my way,
the messenger of
the white morning
that cries of
the captivity of love
in the mirror of
my moonlight night,
the story of you and me.
In this uncolored
mirror, mercurial of
its achromatism,
appears the manifestation
of existence,
the way of tomorrow.
I see in it
the red of
the intoxication,
the black of
the vain war,
the green of
the sentiment
and the yellow of
the separation,
the story of you and me.
Suddenly in the night
of unawareness,
the pain of
the companions
in the snow, covered
the grey of the distance,
it that made color
of this uncolorness
because from its passage,
everywhere became yellow.