
Ports
From which to leave,
to those where you can return…
in those where never
you must remain… Continue reading “Ports”
From which to leave,
to those where you can return…
in those where never
you must remain… Continue reading “Ports”
I opened the window…
to feel your breeze…
cool…wise…
like one night in May…
expected after a vain winter…
Continue reading “Vacuums”
How can I fill this vacuum?
Which drowns me every awakening,
that oppresses my dreams…
that afflicts my longings…
like the late ship… Continue reading “Perpetual vacuum”