Let me fly toward the horizon,
where the night lies down on the sea
and the mountains wrinkle the sky,
where the dreams assemble
and the boundaries fade in the wind.
I'll alight on that thin ribbon,
precariously balanced
between myself and the infinite,
my eyes slivers of blue,
clouds my wings.
And to hold me,
only the rhythmic, unceasing beat of my heart.

I caressed the wings of sunrise
diaphanous and vague
against the morning light
while it embraced me
with a remote grin
while it taught me
to speak to my soul
looking each other
bound together by clouds threads
faint like frost
impalpable like spider's embroideries
regardless of distance
regardless of time.

When all the rocks
will have been thrown
and the last crumb
will be blown in the wind,

when even the final pledge
will has been violated
and just the darkness
will offer us refuge,

in the deafening uproar of the fear
your whisper
will be my guide,
the unseen
my only certainty.

I'll find you,
my soul,
and we'll raise
silently
on transparent wings
of golden bees,
above it all,
finally
free
to forget.