manipulating the aura of the moon touching it with his hands

his eyes rearranging its tones,transferring its luminosity its photon waves toward the other sideof the serene space licking the sea wave

inside his eyes the seas,the archipelagos reflecting a sailing,a passage,a river of memory, a tear

he was now unable to.

his heart non-sonic his mind travelling listening to his inner voices inspecting the snake paths of remembrance

his soul.his bitterness.

he wanted to taste to drink from the cup of nature.but he was unable to

and the higher he floated,his sensations of deepness mesmerised him the isle was closing in, surrounded him clothed him with polychromatic shadow ghosts

.the island sky illuminating him with its porphyry-red eastern light

like a kiss of loneliness.