The sky, with a tint of dusk, is as big as
my eyes can contain
my unbounded dreams.
The breath of heaven on my cheeks
speaks a foreign language,
almost inaudible to translate.
The clouds at arm’s length,
untroubled.
They whisper secrets to remind me of why
I cast off.
As the sun sets beneath her throne,
it is but faded glory worn from her hefty crown.
And as the moon illuminates the vastness of the unknown,
it has become clearer than ever before -
a drop of blood in the ocean does not change
the blue of Adriatic water,
a thunderstorm in the lifeless desert does not flourish
the dull Algerian sands.
And in the sea of limbo,
if anyone could
have saved me,
it would have been you.
