First traces

Your spine,

endless shoreline

to my horizon,

lying there,

still,

and waiting...

Waiting to blend

the sky with the water,

blown dandellions in the wind

of wish and whisper,

my dream and perception,

into you.

How much i love you,

not even angels can describe.

And I'm walking again,

guitar on my shoulder,

paper and pen,

thoughts getting older.

This sphere of indulgence

and wandering,

this bubble around me,

keeping me in,

safe from the dangers,

keeping me out

of everything else.

Is it worth to be safe

if you are to be so lonely?

No.

I had rather,

drift down your stream

on your little paper boat,

sure of its disaster,

if I were only

to understand

the feeling that only arises

with your awakening.

I had rather 

live some few moments

drowning in your sanguine breath

of fire and sand,

than stay in a cage

of steel decadence and numb death.

I'd rather travel

some more time

on that shoreline of my horizon,

that no longer has to wait,

fot its first traces

in its moist soil.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Love, love, love this!!!

Oh Ari, you know how much I love your poetry. Each word you write, carves into my heart and beats with the pulse of yours.

Gorgeous!
Antonio x/o