o when i
was younger
leaning my
soul into your skin
in last
embrace before sinking
into sleep,
sinking
and rising
with your breathing
presence in
my arm,
near and
still me,
drifting
into song
and silence
when i was
young
trusting
into mornings,
at night
dreaming of mussels
and oysters
and sea,
of wind and
stars and moon,
dew and moss, innocent,
safe in my strength
and yours
when i was
young
in all
sweetness the worm grew,
my
treacherous heart
following
curiosity,
the passion of me,
growing a stranger
to you and
me,
desire
turning the tides
and now
when i am old
the nights
have become cold,
i listen to
the changes of weather,
to the
dance of the genes,
shrieking
and singing,
turning in
colours
invisible
to eyes,
alone with
my ancestors
and my past
from
before i
was born,
all gliding
and sliding
into my slow
fading
sun from
where i will go
before maybe joy
will be
reborn
here , now,
when all
the layers
of me will
have
fallen, in difficult
times and
with eyes
seeing too
much,
all this
old trust in tomorrow
having
gone,
i cannot
fight but bear
the cruel
flow of being me,
at last, so
strong, so helpless,
so naked as
we are,
and this
way i’ll go
where i am
and will be,
in last
sweetness,
my autumn.
sela.
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