Impossible Summer
Leavening the air becomes silted;
It smells as though the city
Has moved on the shore of a lake
As if by magic.
Gulls with ruffled feathers
Fall asleep on hot asphalts;
A heavy miasma carries us brutally
To other continents, to other coasts.
In our mind’s eye we see murky lakes,
Dark epidermis breathing desires,
Soft blue and orange skies,
Heart-breaking sadness, vast plains.
A bridge spanning the world,
This alien love
Consumes me wildly
With its boundless absence.
Eventually
I’ll be forgetting you,
Eventually—
When the thin thread of grass
Snaps in two.
I’ll be forgiving you
Eventually—
When time, like a sponge,
Erases your image
From my heart’s wall.
The golden-feathered bird
Was never ours to have.
On a deep and bleeding wound
We scattered bitter words,
A salty, burning load.
The moon hides; the night darkens,
Heavy mists whirl far into an abyss;
Moist, the earth smells
Of mint leaves.
Under heavy rain drops
Frail lily-white flowers genuflect,
Their faces in the dust.
Life carries us forward,
Eventually—
Little One's Eyes
On a ridge adorned with giant aloes,
The unclosed eyes of a little one,
Gleam forcefully through the night.
His body lies stiff, lifeless,
Under rocks and Hellenic shards.
His small bones
No longer feel pain.
Life keeps moving forward--,
The heart sees, the soul wants.
High on the hill, in the twilight,
A pair of innocent, open eyes,
Spark tenderly
Under rocks and Hellenic shards.
Under the Cover of Time
Old age and demise
Will catch up with them too;
They will be buried in turn by others
In the shade of illustrious ruins,
Because all things come to an end
When you truly know them.
Although we may say that
The immortals-- the hibiscus trees
Are continually in bloom,
Their lascivious, ruffled flowers,
Longingly waiting for me
More than a year now.
What a Beautiful Day!
What a beautiful day!
People surround me, full of kindness,
Friends cast wet flowers for me on blue seas;
Others, climbing high mountains,
Mountains I wasn’t aware of
Until today,
Invite me to join them,
If only in my thoughts.
Thoughts, thoughts,
Sweet dreams.
Wild ducks unsettle the morning stillness
With their large, heavy flutter.
Fidgety deer stomp the ground rhythmically.
Somebody knocks at the heart’s gates.
A new love awaits me in every airport,
Replacing an old one
With delicate petals,
Broken off from a star.
