they say fell, but
flew we
in the descending dark.
It is not euphoric.
Not fear, nor
a valour unrestrained,
But something
like all that
When vapour yields
to vessels’ unalterable flow
and women unfold shawls
for their children
And paints
peel off the houses,
and onto
the damp concrete below;
sail along
with the wandering waves
wherever, wherever...
To makeshift dens
of sick cats
and rats
To creeks and cracks
where old dusts lay silent
Held our spirits
firmly by the wrists
That of moon-licked purity, we held
and another
a dusky chaos.
Of trees restless in winds
restless
Of trees whispering
in winds quiet
My, we held so many!
One, a childish joy
one then, its innocent weep
So many—
Fires we held
and fish all lively
swirling within
This spirit fluttered,
then those
in the glass-coated silvery
of our gaze
When knelt the streams
towards their fall
and fell, fell—
(oh, but did they)
we soared on
wherever, wherever...
So frenzied we,
tongue-tied now.
03/09/2021
another one I wrote during the boring Social Studies lecture
Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke's poem ‘Do you still remember: falling stars’