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