Thursday, August 6, 2015

like the sailor lost at sea
who took his life
the day before
he could be found
I never learned how
to practice
the discipline
of not indulging
in the recklessness of hope
without silencing the faith
that speaks from in the heart

mourned the dying of the stars
until I could never honour
the sacrifice of light
bringing wishes to the Earth

killed my dreams
with the knife of artificial
self-fulfilling prophesies
just to remove the risk
that dreams might not
come true

and buried myself in the rubble
of counter-fate
to eliminate the passing of hours
I was not found
until there was nothing left
to find

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