Little bird sings at dusk and dawn
Words settle,
like dust,
in the mellow warmth,
of your dawn
and dusk.
Words settle,
like dust,
in the mellow warmth,
of your dawn
and dusk.
One night,
my friend, the moon, spoke to me:
Of life and death;
Of love and sorrow;
And many a wise thing
That reminiscence fails to bring...
Outside, lights;
in the darkness,
a car rolls by
with the vigour, of a sloth.
When you are gone:
I'll walk the forests,
for a bit of green;
I'll wander the deserts,
for a little thirst;
Leave me,
a bit of your hand;
Written in graceful arches,
and strokes;
The stoic trees;
Do they not long,
for the wind?
The birds, for the sky?
The storm, for the calm earth?...
Sipping on a cup
full of solitude,
being led, languorously,
by my feet,
I walked...
I love, your persistence. I love to lose, to you...
I pray,
and I pray:
Let me drink deeply from this cup
and not find it empty...
I saw a mouse on the moon!
Wait, now it's a rabbit:
All long neck and floppy ears...