I WRITE TO YOU

I don’t understand….

On the lachrymose memories
of the path,
the dark shadows of a night
flow uninterrupted.

I don’t know you still.
Something remained
like the golden freezing drops
that woke in the eyes of the
twin leaves, someday,
after a heart wrenching rain.

Now only the salt remains,
melting slowly,
on my quivering lips.
The smoky light,
and of course,
a sea.

Turbulent, restless,
piercing the shore
of my soul….

A sea….