I can taste the salt of your tears,
running down to your lip
as I kiss you in this gray night. 
I can feel your fear 
through the trembles of your hands 
while I hold them tight, 
so we do not fall
with these heavy waves 
strinking our backs. 
I can hear your agony
in those silent screams 
that you tend to hide
behind those timid eyes, 
that reflect the dawn 
of your floating abyss.