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.