In Time

Lapses of time coloured by emotions 
run through timeless space, 
to encounter the abyss of dissolution. 
as the single becomes the millions the sweet          
longing of a thought perfumes the breath of a patient wait. 
        
The day transforms itself with borrowed masks, 
until tired of inattention, it lies naked          
on the ground paved with sweet desires.
        
The ones that have not yet become 
wonder the space in the undimmed light of time that          
gently fades its colours, 
transforming the obvious 
in to pure pale abstractions. 
         

Fear of his own gentleness opens
 the sensual door of inhibitions where 
he alone reigns in the depth 
of a savage slaughter. 

As the new day comes, 
spring grows on the remains 
of the dead ones.
Sad is the languish 
thought of migrating birds 
not yet returned from the arduous
journey of redemption.