Camille Saint-Saëns, Aquarium

Bob Dylan, Not Dark Yet

Willie Nelson , Heaven Is Closed

riddles

my heart is heavy,
it stutters at night.
the moon not yet full
pulls my soul to rise

into mysterious tides,
into dreams of riddles.
i was happy at the river
laughing with the dogs.

now i turn clear and  dark,
the wind has ceased,
grief follows all illusion,
i have folded my wings.

there was nothing i want
but peace and sleep
and you to hold me
near to your breath.

forever. i postponed
me day after day
and night after night
for years, out, too far out.

remembering prophecies
i listen to my cat eating,
wondering what you feel,
i knew that i cannot talk.

when truth refers to the past
there is no way to go,
and listening will be  hard
and lead nowhere. i forget.

though we must live with
what is broken, we may find
release. my faith is more
in death than in love, now.

until then i walk and try
to be aware of  a flow
of joy and laughter and
of all the sadness i meet.

i will leave nothing out,
neither the trees nor the sun,
not the suffering, the pain,
nor the music and the pauses.

sela.