Origins

The end drips into rain
criss-crossing the time that flees
mixing through the river
with an acid flavour, bitter

I drown myself
I lose myself

The moon lighting up my night
a light streaming my lone session
my relentless progression
advancing towards the sea

I concede
I inveterate

I rediscover myself here in the sunset,
I’m infatuated and I return
where recently
the breast of a cloud was my nest

I receive
I liberate

A spring accumulates from snow, rain, hail
The scent of the wind softens itself
on this sinuous sail
a modest chronic of my life

I say
I write

Love, passion, fire, burns in tremors
sensations under this feeble sun
push into the future
pointless flavors

I exhilarate
I dare

The surviving waves of yesterday
emerging from one painful winter
My origins treacherously inflated
my perceptions laid bare

My soul’s desires dissipate the mist without
nibbling on the remains of them

Veroflame April 28, 2005