Voyages

Mad on the philtre of an unfined love
Refined into the nuances of the August moon
And found again in the translucent mirror of the lakes
That reflected her, a reflection of uncanny purity
Drowning in the cries of the gulls
Mirrored again in the passing silence,

I thought of wind chimes and blue umbrellas,
Transparencies drenched with moonlight, bathed
In the silver incandescence of the stars,
Untrusting black shine that overtakes the moon
In a singular howl, shapes of the black cliffs, of the black land
Bathed again in the singular shine. Like a ship

Gliding upstream, whose deck glistens
With sealed off water, and renouncing the visions
Of a fog-thick land, my mind drifted again
On silvery wings, and in the space of three whole days
And argent nights, three perspirations
Of moonlight matching and quenching the aspirations
Of the hollow sun, a single second or a moment
Was all that transpired in my wine-dark soul.