Prelude

Slowly like shells in the sand
My soul crawls
On the imaginary
Beach
Where summer drinks the salt and sugar from her mouth
In clear fountains/
I cross the walls with a poem
And the prism
Of her eyes
Is a deep glow, just before sunrise/
My eyes become moons
And I want to run away from myself
To reach her/
She will tread
The sky with her bare feet/
I will fly again silencing
My secret and constellated prayer,
With my opened heart/
Here is the north and the sadness
There is the south and my dawn.