In The Limbo Of The Poets Poem by Des Agos

Everything seems to stop in the limbo of the poets
where uncertain questions
they search for answers unknown

Along the avenue that runs along the row of large palm trees
disruptive voices are transformed into words
invading the paths of time.

Bitter memories are in the dying sun
that like white clouds
stir in the shadow of the 'eternal silence

Enveloped by the sound of rushing wind,
an illusory dream
is consumed under the stars
After the sleepless night