poem of
silence
so calm ,
so calm the sea,
when i will die.
i will be
free, so free,
with the
winds to fly.
to die was but
to learn
undoing the
knots,
to throw
away shoes,
forgetting
lines and dots,
to dance
barefoot without feet
among the
laughter of trees,
jumping up,
jumping down,
i forgot
days, nights, blues.
the ashes, the
bark, the spark
gently
rocking in my boat,
i only gave
a little push,
now watch
it float and float.
soon it
will sink through
this shimmering
mirror,
all will be
solved,
no grain in
the sieve.
a curious
bird
will flap
its wings
and turn to
see,
nothing but ocean.
when we
will die,
I will have
no name,
go from where i came,
the breath,
the soil, the silence
so calm the
sea, so calm,
when i will
die,
at night in
sleep
maybe a faint
humming
so very
calm.
still.
silence.
No comments:
Post a Comment