outer

the wind's touch

wiping away the grim dust

from my sunk cheeks

am reshaping the path

of a distant  scent

 

the sun's touch

on my worn back

creaking sounding my shell's break

shadowing a local lake

 

the water's curve

sensual as a lady's curve

curiously circundating my old feet

brutally expelling the present drinkers

 

and all that is natural

come to me

too my reef stand

 

an owl dares to reach the stranger

 

"who"

"who are you"

 

another conflicted pilgrim

here to assert my existence

 

what an actual urge to live again

to dive and reemerge anew

 

my friends, my brothers i'm back

my love

i'm sorry

 

but the skies far behind me are yet a storm

and my love is yet unachievable

 

i would stay here

but this paradise is yet too young to be defiled

 

i should walk