to a friend

 

 

SO MUCH DISTANCE BETWEEN US

SO MANY TIME ZONES AND THOUGHTS UNSHARED

WORDS UNSPOKEN, TOUCHES LOST

HANDS REACHING AND NOT FINDING

MINDS FILLING IN THE GAPS…

WE LINGER IN A SPACE UNKNOWN

EXCEPT FOR WISHES UNFULFILLED

THAT RISE LIKE MOURNFUL LANTERNS

INTO THE SKY OF YET TO COME

 

black star

 

 

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.

And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars

-Dante

 

Art: Ascent of the Blessed (fragment) by Hieronymus Bosch

 

dead nor alive

 

It was quiet on the day the door closed.

The morning rose grey and still. There was no sound, as if the wind lost its voice. The sky was gone, replaced by clouds that obliterated shapes and stifled all sound.There was no need to get up. Suddenly there was no need to struggle, no need to live.

Yet life was all there was.

Even the silence breathed.

But you had to be dead to hear it.

Or alive enough.