If I’d descend from heaven in your eyes like a trail of the moon,
would you delay blinking to not break my ray?
But if I’d be spread from the sky on your lips, with
drops of rain, would I quench your thirst, with this water of mine?
And yet, because the «if», is just a condition of the clause
and the «would», just the main clause, then the answer is simple,
you will be what you want others to be for you, — and me, —
I’ll remain a silent flame in a screamed silhouette… abandoned

                                         Isolated │                                             Beth & Joe —  Lullaby Of The Leaves