Huge buildings across the horizon
stand so close to the vanishing sun
a lonely bird cracks into his song
as he sits on the roof of a building.
...
Searching
We walk these silent paths
kicking the wrestling autumn leaves
falling
to the ground of a fortunate cool
morning.
We walk in silence
listening
to our breaths waking our solitude.
We are two lonely islands
claimed by mistaken conquerors
But still...
longing
to belong to distant ports
or to be mastered by strangers
without daring
to confess to one another.
Why do we hide from a truth
that burns in our hearts
as fire envelops vast forests?
For we are not in love
but rather anchored to our memories
of desolate beaches
of paths we've walked before
searching.