letters to the blindmen - 1994
for callah
i am thought speechless without faith
but you are the miracle that makes me tremble in my prayers
pale as the april mist
you drifted into my reverie
you found me with a glance casting away coins into the empty night
and through my delicate sorrow your eyes glimmered like water on fire
then silently you spun silken threads of longing to lead me to the sirens' den
and in your embrace, like a beautiful dream,
you carved your tender words on the pillar of my pride
you took the catseye moon into your hands and placed it at the foot of my disbelief
you called the rusted swan from the stillness of the pond
and kissed away the coalblack curses on my brow
instead tracing there a wish
i wanted never to awake
never to awake from your inebriant bliss then
since that moment i left you sleeping
the moon has dissolved in a single sigh
and the dew has settled on my fingertips
still i feel your touch with every breath
i feel your whisper echo in my breast
and upon my brow a wish:
where memory and breath are one
we will meet again
where whisper and thought entangle in the night
we will meet again
callah
in faith
Posted on décembre 13, 2001 10:20 AM