The tranquillity of you inside of me
Puts its palms on my eyes and turns them into light
For seeing the way through these last days of meaningless sky
In the place of a dark past I no longer remember
my life before you arrived and laid me down in peace
And in the perfect silence of our present future.
His hand is stretched to me and
People move their steps in a deaf rush around us on the streets growing towards the world’s oldest sky,
I run through their veins in aloneness, strangers’ perfection when night sets on the edges of the light he has brought for me,
It rains in skylines of solitude under our touch, all lost, wet and eternal, the offerings on his altar,
Words of lives apart, awareness and days in the sun, the offerings on mine,
then and there, for the times that had passed and none
For the ones to come.
I breathe him in on the edge of thin air
His shoulders arch in the proud symmetry of gods
breaking the world’s noise into creation
His skies turn silent with storms
As that thrilling melody runs throught the universe
Through his veins and
There’s space between our hands now
Because our eyes are opened into the force that births us endlessly
And gives meaning to time.
I laid breathlessly into blue sun storms,
Smoke rose from our skin in the darkness of the Universe,
You pulled my hair back, tighten your hand around my neck
And descended above me in light like the God that you are.
We walked together you and me on the streets of where I first got lost
And, after all this time in which the waters have parted into us, I saw you clearly, as in the dream of a dream of black and white horses running freely on the Nordic shores.
Winter had finally come, deserted and cold, but you smiled and broke the heaviness of my memories.
I looked around and saw the tiniest white bird between the icy snow, it was injured when it found its way between my palms and you said you could heal it,
As you always say…
I let go of your hand because I could hear it sing, I could,
And when I touched it with my cheek, it was my greatest of loves,
It was her, and, from the dream of a dream, you, had brought her to me.
I dreamt I dived into the darkest oceans and heard the whales cry,
I flew over the tallest peaks and saw the stones crumble,
I dreamt I was more light than the dream of dreams and it still weigh me down onto her street, at her door,
on my knees, with my head on her chest…
In her words.
“I wish I could take the pain away…”
And that was peace.
As we’ve been
Inside of each other
On a deserted street under our waters,
I came back, in your words,
Unborn and untouched,
On the pages of your second unfinished journal.
I stirred the sun into orange waves with a pale
You grabbed my wrist,
The unfinished thoughts of you
In a memory of Vincent’s desperate dream
Of the years of a life
At the same window,
So I’d know how to find the way
With a star in my