Like The Languages Of Snow Poem by L.B. Temuco

We swim as colours, terracotta of light
pushing the ocean aside, until sinking
water exposes lost galleons, canons
that slide into you, explode their fiery tongues
into wordless fields, the flowers of which
are scattered like unborn fruits and restless wheat
Don't stand up and walk again, your steps in the same furrows
there may be fallow years underfoot, rather sleep longer
your dreams still mountains falling into the sea
your eyes sleep under garlands of steel, jewelled feet
flicker like the languages of snow, the beauty of dark water
hides behind courage and desire, you wrap warm fingers
around the lichen of wounded trees, the melting air of Spring
touches my face, feeling like something counting the years