Goodbye, Victoria!
This is the way we go down.
Along the shores of an island
That has no sound.
Goodbye, Victoria!
I put my hope on your fault-line
And now I am broken in two.
On a raft in the ocean
That I built for you
And me, too.
Goodbye, Victoria!
This is the way we go down!
Along the shores of an island
That has no sound.
Goodbye, Victoria!
I put my heart on your fault-line
And now it is broken in two.
And I am on a raft in the ocean
That I built for you
And me, too.
Goodbye, Victoria!
This is the way we go down!
Category: Poetry
A Woman is the Moon
A woman is the moon
She controls the tides
And can block out the sun
She has a dark side
But when the sun lowers
Under its brow
Her gaze shines with fury.
Over her ancient craters
And hidden caves
Your tiny rocket ship
Is spurned
And burns in her orbit.
Yet sometimes she is the Earth
To which you are bound.
Her scent rises
From her strawberry skin
In the air dashing
Through a meadow
To gratify your nose
And fill your breath
With the scent of a rose
Disturbing the dew
When she wakes from her stillness.
