My sweet scape

Sweet escape, teach me to be like you, and make me vanish into the anonymity of life.

Make me ache without a wound.

Escape, my sweet and beloved escape; teach me to be as you are and make me the solace of my weeping.

My escape, take me far away and dissolve my guilt, free me from lament, guide me like the wind.

You are the one who heals me, the one who, in anguish, makes me see tenderness.

I long for your arrival, my beloved. Your sword is a flower that cuts and slays only what no longer needs to live: a war for the sake of love.

Escape, my escape. Hide me from the world, but grant me the deepest sea to swim in. Give me solitude and a song to sing. Give me what I now must need.

Thiara Màtos