Dry Chaconne

the air was parched                the earth in drought                   when you left me
thinking of Lorca                the desire of the rain            remembrance
of the earth          the smooth earth when it rains               has a scent
as you did           when you came to me                     in splinters
a weight of longing          a turning wheel                straining the fibres
of your countenance             blurred visions              flecks of silvering light
the smallest gestures of your eyes         arabesque, interlacing
rhythmic in the shimmering air            shivers of electric blue
a tapestry of shadow              layers of ice melting
the rain falling            the desire of the rain               a memory
of the earth              in Lorca shards falling
splinters of rain               the dry earth around me
our ritual gestures                  fragility of longing                       the suffering
of the rain                    in the chasms of your eyes                    an infinite waiting
for the simplest things                  infinite light                       infinite heat
a daze of deep yellow                     layers of ice melting
a tapestry of shadow                            the unsparing earth
the rain in Lorca                    the fibres of your eyes
all the fevers of the seas

as you wish

line bright with horizon
golden residues of day


α        hours of the dwindling warmth
β          warmth of the dwindling hours
γ         dwindling warmth of the hours


dwindling sadness of the river
shoreline bright with stone
glistening time under starry moonlight
now quiet, all is becoming

Delta Oscillations

iterate

calm stream of aporetic present
oblivion of sleep
dreams grow more lively after dawn
close your peepers

reiterate

brief moments of gloss contentment
needs of obsidian
sleep will wash you with slow waves
night will keep us