lunedì 26 agosto 2019

Moths

Like a song unwinds this life
safe and senseless yet luxuriant
through deserts of words
between agitated dreams
and sudden awakenings

At night she lives in clusters of notes
very pure terminal unconsciousness
beautiful wave and melancholy refrain
rejects the wisdom that is vulgar

In the soft riverbed of dreams laid down
to caress goodbyes never realized
wandering moths in rural cemeteries
in search of a lost vague love