what I’ve been taught by the wind of my youth,
lying tenderly on the soft ground,
holding meaningful words for each day of the sun,
for each night of the moon.

all words flew through my body,
as if I were the vortex,
for each the meaning of each word.

and then the red wave of the sea came to my feet,
fate’s black leathered glove covering my eyes,
saying:
sleep in this forever muteness,
be enfolded in soft silken fabrics,
dive in my love.

all the bright flags of my youth,
all the mysterious gazes of my youth,
all the dangerous flights of my youth,
all the rains.