Question

Your question curled into a tight cocoon,
Silent, still.
The night drapes silver softly o’er the moon,
Smoke will spill.

Life births new thoughts and steals away the calm
From the last star.
It spreads across your windows like a balm,
Near and far.

Home waits for me and clouds my waters deep,
With the last dream.
I see the sky beneath where I now leap,
Weightless, it seems.

It’s hard to climb to you among the skies,
Without light.
The wind will wipe the sweat drops from my eyes,
Through the night.

The crossroads shone so white in lunar gleam,
Final day.
I walked the path where silence holds its stream,
Fire’s way.

Home waits for me and clouds my waters deep,
With the last dream.
I see the sky beneath where I now leap,
Weightless, it seems.

I hid my feelings in the stone so gray,
Grew the flowers.
In fields of spring, the thirtieth in May,
Counted hours.

The meaning of loss and meaning won,
On your bed.
When you sleep, I fly with the rising sun,
Ask instead.

Home waits for me and clouds my waters deep,
With the last dream.
I see the sky beneath where I now leap,
Weightless, it seems.


© Nicola Marquez | 15.06.2007 | N° Compte: 748000007205178903, SIRET: 931110860 00018