I have died
for a thousand times,
downcast from
the abyss
in three
times solitudes…
undergrowth by
life´s betrayal,
trodden by
its irony.
Long I stood
in between my mind
at the
woodlands of a whisper soft agony,
such a slant
of time,
a crooked
grin from the shadows.
This wall
comes to white to my memories
where I have
been drawn,
where I have
been swept.
Who could distinguish
the darkness from the sorrow?
I have been
hurled from my soul
so many
times against my will.
Who could know
the song thrush melody?
The raven
had come underneath across the years.
I have
agonized a thousand winds below
on behalf of
the dawn.
He came at
dark whispering my name
with a bud
of a rose,
shivering the
night.
A lightning
had blown
nearby the
ocean road.
Long I
looked far beyond my eyes…
Who can see its
own heart beat a thousand glares?
Take my
hands into the bosom of your heart.
I long pass
the dreary numbed sea
nowise
entangled into a mermaid reverie.
Words alone
are certain cruel,
some words
also soothe
when they
rend in twain what overflows…
I have died
a million times
While whirling
stars pass by…
And I long
stood and I still stand.
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