Fragrance

Hear the voices
Bodies’ noises
Lovers’ choices
Echos of nothing, intruders
Significant silence

Distinct in the quiet world
We set sails
On windless nights
When the air is pregnant
With a fragrance of madness

The air here is still
The pressure on time increasing
All this weighs down on us
Clouds woven of nothing

Yet with threat and weight they float about
Trapped automata
And an instant has expired

And the silence is disturbed
And i feel life emerge, immense
Slowly raindrops falling pale of winter
Painted
Painted green
Dream tonight a thousand dreams
Of a dance on moonbeams
A thousand raindrops falling
Break the surface of the “real”
Dissolved in the texture

And the surface never heals