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...
