Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM51016/13/100, 12:13 PMand sometimes her gazecradles my eyelidsI imagine on the lipsan echo shimmering stillsilent falling leaf take the raindrop with you down to the rootsnot far from the bridgean amber eye anchorsin a pool leaves circlenot all fall into their shadowsit trembles and you tremblewhen you walk past a fernautumnal and yet it wearsthe dew in the veil of dayhide yourself in the palm ofbeginning nearness dreamsyou the scent of unfadingdawn in the darknessan azure sky slumbers in the treea ball spins under the waterfallthe child once fell into a tolmuna little goat into mother’s milkwhen the snow lies softly upon the tracksyou thread duration through the needle eye of wordsa tangled shoelace shimmers in a magpie’s nestautumn falls into the windowsummer dust drops from a branchleave your shadow nowfor the Fates to braidit is as if this wind sleepsinside of you this quietmurmur of silver memorywisps the diaphanous gazetraces of red earth onthe road and the dance ofcracks a crooked picturein the waiting room – aloneLudwig Hartingernightshade nods at the corner.lift the black sieve fromyour eyelids. a white balloonpauses above a watering placein the stony heart a dark shell glimmers the wave rocks it101