A mask at your eyes

Sliding on the waves,
Waiting for a nice port
a little boat
Crying to be a vessel,
a white sail
Tough always to avoid
the wind at your face
And smart to use him
in the silent,
Is being seen by some
lighty eye,
So one lonely star talked
loud to the wind:
That lover's sailing
With tears in his eyes
Asked to the sky
Where is love of mine ?

It happened a time and
the star listened to God:
There was a time when
Ports where long away
Then came a time when
ports got close together,
Now, ports seemed
To be away again: 

something like a dark
line´s crossing the sky
and tying you on your own eyes,

again.