Red Monday - Colorchallenge

Who will say what love is? Who will say what is it? Is noise at sea or breath of mountain drowning? Or is there an occasional meeting near a town pizza, or a gentle embrace in the slow rhythm of the dance? Do not ask, keep silent as I will be silent in the half-cross. I will care for you in the dream, and in your dream I will cry for you. I can stand alone, deny, forgotten, homeless, but for me you will not, you will not become a memory. You will be the same, with these eyes, with these palms, with those dark hairs of embers and snow woven. Only I will disappear in the night, in the silence, in the endless, without knowing why and what love is without knowing...