cries tearing into the night the road
slowly slumbers in the rubble
random picking of odours and rumours
and hovers on your skin the searing
silence of long-lost gestures
lighthouses lie down and the moon
delighted tells of dark and bitter souls
waves go and dry their woes in ashes
and always time raises seabirds
forever watching on stars unknown
always the moon over and ever one of the crescents
deconstructs the spelling of verbs uncouth
in the pulse that makes walls swirl
pierces bubbles
and sun
and
sea
YOU ARE READING
waters
Poetrylook into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
