M. Daedalus - POETRY / POESIA



Roving through long and deserted avenues,
Space and silence are the nocturnal rewards,
The dimming lights of a wet city fill the mirror.
The swamp of urban routine is left behind.
Dreaming of orchards lining the steppe,
Looking for a path, disregarding any destination,
I discover myself gazing far beyond the river.

Lost in the memory of your uncertain smile,
When I finally stop, I'm next to the ocean.
An old friend, he listens to my thoughts,
Whispering a frigid and intransigent breeze,
It makes me fly out of my inner labyrinth,
Enticing me into refreshing emotions.
Gently, attracts me ever closer to you,
Should I attempt any resistance?


see also:
  • Europa
  • Goa 1961
  • angel on death row
  • memories of Europe
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