the dead see

the dead see

through my eyes, 

-resurrection-

(i am wasting time) 

as if to say 

your eyes can see too

but first a death 

then the rebirth 

in a difficult moment 

then a second chance to be

two lives before the end 

there is only one way to 

live again 

and i have 

found it 

Reawakening

Life, for me, has been an oscillation between poetry and prose, unconscious and conscious existence. I suspect it's the same for many people, in its own way.  Lately I've been able to cultivate a vision of the world, only in part, in which I see everything around me as if I was a soul returned to a body.  How would you -feel-, how would you -see-, if you had one last chance to see the world after having lost everything to that eternal night of slumber?  Can you find it within yourself to see the world as if having lost it?

night would turn to day

night would turn to day

if you stayed

with me beside the sea

or here upon this hill

until the rosy dawn

and all the sparkles

on the distant waves

would witness what 

we gave each other

oh tale for some 

far time 

pure and diamond set 

on the finger of a dream

gleaming in my eye 

of ocean blue 

a radiant yearning beam