Trailing angles within my past
Seeking peace in corners
Hiding from my conscience
Complaining, like a hurt child,
Of a sorrow
Like a torrential bleeding…
Stalking me throughout my life
Overflowing my mood
Digging brooks
Reading through my books
And my endurance
Blazing memories of a home,
There, still
Living, are my sins
Trailing me…
Singing playful virgins;
Their psalms are still in the wind
Ringing in my ears,
Crossing the time are images
Teasing my fractured imagination…
As my age is
Finishing its journey,
With joy, I am
Looking at you
And, all the while
Like a congestion in my sky
My eyes are hiding the tears
