Tuesday, August 15, 2017
a candle burning very slow
a candle
in my home, somewhere,
burning very slowly.
on top of mountains.
i am the same, am
a man who can speak
to the wind and to you,
not to reach, unanswered,
not to want what he wants,
not to share how he wished.
a man to sleep alone,
for love, for nothing,
not so sad, not so happy,
travelling, a beautiful journey,
light and shadow, now near
sleep, a candle burning
very slow.
a scent of vanilla mingling
with the salt he brought from
the sea, with memory,
with loss, with resignation growing, with death and with longing,
this is tonight, in peace.
please , night, embrace my soul
and let me go tomorrow.
i cannot yet stay.
a candle burning, very slow.
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