Tonight should be made holy,
it should be painted with lights
and up there, in heaven, 
together with them
should your luminous face reside.
Tonight should be kept safe
between your eyelashes 
and heavy sighs,
it should be sung by crickets and waters,
it should be waltzed by us-
too in love to hide.
But should the sky not want to hold it,
should your eyes repel it with their tears
tonight should be forever forgotten
and we should sleep,
for it was only just a dream.