A bud from a stone, a light down in the wind,
My puzzled eyes aiming an acanthus flower,
Stars falling again on this white temple columns,
The sky wrapping all in a blanket of felt.
The night pushes further my heart’s customs line,
Where orange and red are slowly dissolving,
The earth within me and its whole fleeting life
Pass without their shadow through fiery ice.
Closer and closer, blue in my dreams,
Trembling volcanoes are lost amid waters.
At dawn, under arches, ruins and smoke,
The sun’s foggy phantom searches his way.