we laugh when
the dark clouds

form

we do not melt
in the rain

sometimes
we dance

naked like
the stars

water is magic
H 2 O

defines it but it
does not explain it

water seeds life
and heals bodies

The windmills swallowed
Don Quixote,
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas.

The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
across the sky),
And probably not even then,
Not once, has he wondered
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water
From two black amulets.

Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness,
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,  

Only the father,
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.

the nights of humid air and loose sink hair
the night of barking dogs and screaming frogs
the night of silent cars and purple mars
the night of blood red wine and healing scars
the night of doves and crows flying
the night of sleeping lice and dying minds
the night of black and white pictures and leftover love
the night of swimming horses and pressed up diaries
the night of fools beckoning to the hall
the night of a concert played in perfect pitch to a deaf audience
as they all applaud

Every Autumn, the sky a little more to stone belongs,
The immovable strata of deciduous columnar clouds,
Every leaf that falls, Rome a little more to earth’s heart recalls.

I never thought I'd be happy now, despite everything
Someone is making me happy
He controls me being sappy
He keeps me sane
Even after everything is not the same
I wish this feeling could last forever
I swear,
I'm gonna keep trying to be better

I sit on the edge of the world
where the sea meets the galaxy
and the water
begins to float.

I no longer think
of where I am
or where I am going to be
or where I was.

I am here
where the sky
is on fire.