Homeward Angel (Analepsia D)

Bare fields projected in the horizon.
Sitting on the grass: green humidity.
That fresh breeze by the morning. A kiss.
That taste in the back of my tongue.

The stars keep shining from my lungs.
A song escape from my universal feeling
creating an explosion of matter and forms.
We cannot ever change at all… I hope so.

With white sand on my lips and hair
I’m waiting so badly for the birds of prey.
This dream, this tick-tack down inside of me.
Drops of red and blue: violet humbleness.

City lights, cold rain, holy figures.
Silence in the bottom of noise.
One opened eye from a dark window:
the symphony of a thousand heartbeats.

Awake, asleep… who cares anyway?
Every silk that I’ve touched had become into fire. Ashes.
Tasty wine and bread; soft grapes and golden wheat.
That immense hat named sky.
Feet and hands just passing by: hurricane of things, buildings of memories.

Static, quiet, I’m trying to listen all.
Nothing came to me now, except for your warm blessings.
And your blessings are the world: nothing else, nothing more.
I know you’re always behind me. Stillness is my only creed.

Breathe… a sin… slowly… slowly.