After one who sees your face…by G. Mramor

Un jeune fille dans le jardin, Louis Valtat

After one who sees your face, you ran into skin into ideas into images, for how many years have you gone mad running, up a dark stair winding up a spaceless tower up to the night for all the fulgour of a moment in a shadow’s embrace, and to have to let go how shall you live my heart’s brother to have heard the words and to have left before you could give but a piece of all that has been given you’ll live your whole life thanking one face you never knew, but learn she said to live in the forever heart born the day when hunger vanishes and there is home once more, for you dear lonely, my Colossus

%d bloggers like this: