Fragments

Once upon a tide ,

there was a rainy day 

somewhere in hours 

of november .

the lunar shadows ,

ferried the poets reveries

to his abode of immortality...

.......................................

The time of dreams ,

smile at its reflection 

in the solar mirror of illusions.

feelings that beg for a gaze  

that will forever preserve 

a few tender soft relic of memory 

beneath the unfatumable mourning

of the heavens ...

 The years take on the dress of the seasons

and fancy of destiny ...

 Oaths disguised  as a fleeting  eternity

slumbering  in orgasmic marble..

 Ecstasy only clothed with regrets ,

dissolved in the cold venom 

of a dying passion ...

  The angel of the last journey,

turns the page of the great book of dellusions.

Poet ,did you breathe solely 

for that spectral inspiration ,

and solo drinking binges,

whose tomb ,never will ever flourish ?

 Fragments of a rainy november day ,

swept away at the hour of the lords 

by the lunar shadows ...