Between 2018 and 2019
January 8, 2019 § Leave a comment
The sky breathed out its last colour
with a deep sigh. Night watch
for those who fear thoughts
sounding like broken glass
like a river going dry, like a fireball.
The saints of the other side
keep promises in their pockets
for emergencies like that
and for girls fainting in the kitchen.
Now we’re here, amid of mute stars
that have been waiting in darkness
for their ignition by a heart,
one of those out of beat.
Why aren’t we allowed to mourn,
over those cracked ancient souls,
why must we remain silent
as if we weren’t the right gods.
There is a time without place
where we can still meet and lie,
for if you cannot touch their skin
your language will go under it.
In the end the day will break
our worlds in two again
the light, sometimes heavy, sometimes light,
the night behind, sometimes heavy, sometimes sight.
We get up to go on getting up.