In the vague half-light, where the unnamable times are hidden
where the butterflies' gait is erased
where the constant agitation of the sea foam is not seen;
creatures erased from the face of an opaque face
a sad reflection of rains and broken windows.
Imprisoned in summer shutters, lintels of fear boarding unknown travelers
burns the fire that lights the night, simulates laughter in sadness.
Who will accompany my eyes?
Who will guide my steps?
Helpless am I of the necessary flame
bench where the wanderers sit waiting.
another prison in the extreme cleft of fear
beyond seas, beyond winds that carry me south.

Thank you very much for stopping by to see and read my post.

Antonio Evies, April 2024