5790 The cloudy morning

The cloudy morning 

Inhibits my 

Spreading wings, 

Chained 

By the anchor 

Of your memory, 

I roll like a rock 

In an avalanche 

Down 

The mountainside.

How far can I go 

If the abyss opens 

Before my feet:

Jaw of a shark 

On high seas.

I long to flutter 

Next to the wind 

That caresses your hair, 

And that our lips, 

When touching, 

Be alike 

The soft beating 

Of butterfly wings.

I wish to see 

The shining suns 

In this dark 

Litany, 

The cloudy morning 

Inhibits my 

Spreading wings, 

Chained 

By the anchor 

Of your memory, 

I roll like a rock 

In an avalanche 

Down 

The mountainside.