Patience

Patience


Shadows and Moons


Moondust


Through the crack of silence

Time stood barefoot,

the words flowed like sand

and memory illuminated the shadows.


A black moon

It flickered in my gaze,

like an unspoken promise,

like a caress that didn't arrive.


I hold the thread of silence

like wool from a sad cloud

and I weave myself again

within that which does not change.


The sound of patience

it is a light that does not go out.


Dark Breaths


The first breath of the night

I caught her with my palms;

it was wet, full of algae

and words that couldn't stand.


I walked on streets without a name,

with lights that slowly fade away,

and every shadow seemed to me

like an unspoken "if".


Silence had a voice –

and it looked like my heart

when he waits without hoping,

only with perseverance.


A breath in the palm –

and disappears again.


Vigilant Windows


The windows are looking at me,

like the eyes of poems

that never ended –

open to ambiguity.


Small flames from behind

and people who don't sleep;

They carry dreams that break.

like ice cubes in hot water.


The night unfolds its blanket

and covers the strangers

with dust from the first light

which has not yet arrived.


In these houses,

Patience whispers wishes.