domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009

You have become black ocean

for Marianne

you have become black ocean
your eyelids shimmer under the moon
where light & water meet
upon the skin of the manifest

I cross a footbridge backwards
across the night
from sunset to sunrise
to catch a glimpse of you

your dark hair streams out past time
to an imageless soundless peace
from which the wind and blue are born
lighting shores and green are born
mountains rivers and gold are born
waves volcanoes and purple majesty are born

overhead the stars twinkle twinkle
twinkle like round mirrors
rinsed clean
by the supple silence--

© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman

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