Gabriel Moreno (21/01/77 / Gibraltar)

If only you were here
with your garden lamp
and your paper gown
man-handling ghosts
all the way to the sun.

If only I could learn
your Dorian howl
and mystic rhyme
your maddened song
and fanfare coats.

If only you returned
with your nuclear back
and your Gorgon hair
puffing and venting
on roads to Elysium

If only you appeared
intact on my doorstep
deposing the window
with your Saturn skin
and your manic eyes.

For in office breaks
you were not much
but when you sang
God when you sang!
you curved the word
thoughts reversed
like kitchen gloves
caverns made to hills
a cascade of birds
sucked into the cleft
the mitigated glory
of morning crowns
a peace of knowing
that trees are still as
we chose them to be
and if we moved a leaf
we could well proceed
to rearrange the world.