The nightfall of moments

The moment's nightfall slips
In the reminiscing's cascade.

My smile will never taste the rising,
As long as the seconds gather,
Overwhelming my shoulders
With the weight of my only desire
Of escaping
From this time I cannot touch.

The moment's nightfall sits
On the shadow of your smile,
Drawing the arabesques
Of some dreams
That have not died, yet.

Kiss me and take from me
This burden of expecting a tomorrow!
The time just, continually, sets...