.
This morning she is not
his body is there, but his mind is far away ...
far away, a star that exists only for her
It he speaks, he does not ...
she came out of this material world
this world without ties to her
She is the star
spark of his eye that slides into the sky
A star ruby gently scratching the bark of clouds
that falls dust from his dreams of another age
This morning, she closed her door, feverishly ...
to open the doors of unscrupulous sky
immense light that rocked silently as
it rocks the cradle in the palm of his dreams
This morning, his soul was absent ...
for a few hours, a few seconds the thread of the angel
this breath of gold that runs between the fingers of the shadow
She asked the weight of its futility on the edge of the earth
hoping the wind rushes into the belly of the world
and she ... well ... reborn from the fires of haloed angel
(Painting: Rough Water / Gustav Klimt)
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