A Footnote of Joy

I am oasis to no one
The swallows of my dreams flit
Towards the sunset
The clouds put me out
The great darkness puts me out
While the days listen
To the hum of the poem
Lovers
Full of illusions
Toast the departed
*   *   *
I will soon snare my sorrows
In the alphabet of the poem
In an instant
The night shook off its confusion
I sink to the bottom of the glass
Wrap myself in the impossible
*   *   *
I am not the only one
I am a grain of sand
Exhausted by the winds
Merely a guess
A wave of flame
But a brook that
Writes rivers’ dreams
By the side of the road
Merely a mirror
Filled with silence
That splinters when
It reflects
Lovers full of
Illusions
*   *   *
I am always in the winds
A passerby
Nothing
But my shadow
Sits near me
Watching from the tree of silence
*   *   *
I come from a fear of beginnings
I arranged my life
To welcome the autumn
With all its possibilities
*   *   *
I come from the seas’ margins
I cross
The topography of waves
I shed my old troubles
I left rain
On the walls of my heart
I ordered my mirrors
To show me my love
Winds called to me
*   *   *
I am shadow to no one
I’m a footnote of joy
I leave my memory
To the wind
I sketch dewy desires
On a silken body
I cover the empty shaft of night
With forgetting
The butterflies tumble
From my body
They sow light
Around me
The wind ushers me, bowing
Into
Tomorrow
*   *   *
I am the one who climbed
To the top
Like a lovestruck vine
I divest my poem of its mournful letters
Spread the sands of happiness
And invite myself to dance