Draw the lines of
Cranes, cranes fly
From my hair
To your cold lakes
One by one,
White birds of
My healthy solitude.
Bridges of sadness
I knit with their thread
Hollow my swift fingers
And challenging the act
Of weaving you .
Understand shall I
The choking energy
Of your bachelor love?
Will you become
This fleeting sight
Of dreamy fluids
That flood me not ?
Freezes the image
Leaving you there,
The smile like a bullet hole .
Yes, if you drop dead
I`ll bury you
Right at the foot of the bridge.
I think the girl`s uselessly focused on Billy.
The poem is cold and sounds somehow insincere but I don`t think Billy`s to blame for that.
This heavy grass that are your steps
It falls and grows through my strains
a sandy wave, within my spheric gaze
The empty water that warms its grains.
These swollen grains of your brazen eyes
That spring the wings of their leafs inside
The floating space of my molded breath
A splitting vessel into your smelting chest
The broken mist of its overturned pond
Where drown the birds of a staring song
It is the ghost of my blotted, tactile soul
A sail of blinds cut from ironed sorrows
These shredded sorrows that are your mind
The threads and strings of its snaring blood
They trap the shadow, abolished and double
Of my body, an echo, that crumbles and stutters
Muttered by the breeze of your dropping path
Through the heavy grass that are your steps
shume te bukura i ke poezite, me kenaqe…
faleminderit!