full moon:grains of delusion

all my mirrors broke,

drops of tears

and frozen glass

this night is clear

but when i see

the moon on snowfields

i am desire

and i only

want to kiss

you , now,

your eyes

your lips

your everywhere

and hide my heart

in your hair

for a long dream,

breathing for spring

to be there

when i wake,

you to look at me

with a smile of flowers

this moon,

full and unearthly,

this moon turns my blood,

it moves on the river

my eyes are black

they burnt holes

into the void

through a world inbetween

i cannot hear

my voice

as silence

makes too much noise

paraphrasing a reiteration

of longing, grains of delusion

and the grammar of desire

only the heart may be true

rising with a song

in the shadow of windmills,

hidden in long grass,

in rough stones and

carried by wilful winds

i will not need mirrors

for my travel

when i meet stars

through the passage of time

all these words

i blow them from cliffs,

ashes of the past

to be offered to the sea

still, there is moonlight

in the rabbit lairs, 

the fox holes,

on the frozen reeds,

on the wintry lakes.

it desubstantiates

my loneliness

to feeling.

closing my eyes

i know

where i want to be

and ,well, i am.