Tuesday, December 20, 2016

the stable

My mind wanders about
All the times I thought
like this
the only truth was
about those feelings
too big to fall through
Because there must be something else
something I can’t even imagine floating
in a brilliant stream
of light

from the author
of oceans
water spouts
fire and
other sacred
how everything shines

Scored in
solitary lines
or soaring from cliffs
loud in the
corners of eyes

The singing instrument
under a covered canvas
that like a love grows
I can't escape
or stop summer from raining

A long time ago
ambition became unobservable
and on the surface of a falling body
everything is impossible