Carballo

i lie.
halfway to sleep, sleep so restlessly.
for want of a place where lovers we'd be
darling, Carballo

we'll walk the red earth
a windy Mars olive-tree covered plain
the ground started to bleed with the falling rain
and you're holding my hand.

darling, take my weight in gold
it forms any figure you want it to know
no need of a polish, won't rust or erode
and forever to hold
yours to hold.