I’m drawn to ruins,
which are more compact than life.
I’m summoned by the wild darker nights,
which travel from heaven to the petals of jasmine,
Nights which live in the irises of thirsty tribal women.
I live for that moment, that regular opening of miracle,
When the sun blooms on the eastern horizon,
Heralding the beginning of the magic
Which withers as a day walks by to the western shores,
I merged my joy & sorrows into that sea of fleetingness.
I’m into small moments of openness
Which build a mirror between two souls
Which don’t bow to set patterns & stale language.
I’m that ephemeral who nurtures her own features
Who isn’t seduced by the culture of one life & death.
Do you know what’s ephemeral ?
It’s the sense of having all,
Feeling & touching all,
Yet travelling to new essences & meanings.
I’m to write an odyssey of all that can’t be caught in words
And I’m to write life, its cunning & capitulation,
And I told you I’m drawn to ruins!!