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.
