abandoned forever

with this unmarked serenity

here the sea as translucent tiny river where dry river becomes sea

with lean stones without marks of aqua passage

only a graphic stream of sorrowful light

lean light that brings panoramic essence

to this mercurial space

and then joins down below the sea of meadows

transformed to virgin mauve light

and lets the wind to murmur with myriad air sermons

a new craving a new litany

a song of sage

until it suffers a new direction

across and then back to the myrtle hill

a darkened path of royal red with sun escaping

with his roaming eye

and i a worshiper upon its gaze

to see unwoven thirsty wine nights

the darkness and the light

formatted in an ocean of void like a  virgin pearl

imitating the life of a soul and its disquieted moments

of early dawn fresh from the saga of dream

leaps from the esoteric world to the visual repetition of life

and if the sun ever died this purity of darkness would engulf the body as  cover of the beginning of eternity

i wear this birth  this sentiment of fear in the lost cities

among the ruins of my lost temples of thought

a limbo of unaligned emotions  one meaningless without the other the golden light ( without the sun)

the unique delight of martyrdom

that survived the visited  desire

so let the shadows come fast

and the forbidden flesh as new breath

with oily skins and pure almond eyes