Sunday, February 19, 2017

Moonlight on a Frozen Sea Surf





Moonlight on a Frozen Sea Surf


Frost that does not detach
from my hands-I manage to live
between flower and song,
pink and wind.

I sleepwalk on both sides
of a border: bells ring at dawn
in my silent village.

I discover myself in limbo:
the murmur of cast away words,
the heavy air of the past

that descends to painful areas
putting aside tender 
and violent sea surf.

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