In a red sunset
of drunken trees,
dead birds fall.
The silence moves to the
streets, to silent steps
on the asphalt. To the clouds
scarlets arrested on
roofs of domes and towers.
I write from a place
unknown, a hill
yellow grass cover
with city view
Nameless.
imaginary, conceived
in memory of.
I am reborn in the written word,
prolific seed germinates
in perpetual mirrors
in the tiredness of looks
infinite, in rays of horizons
lost from one point
of escape.
Alive...reborn green in hugs
new like fresh branches
arising from the body of a tree.
In the kisses I bloom in your mouth,
in every word I pour an I love you,
woman, poetry singing, fire
...word game, chess,
star puzzle
I found you in my soul
of the universe,
missing piece.