by Raphael d'Abdon
Friuli blues
chestnut wood
in the dusky fog
jade waters rest
where resins grey
before the rain
there were shadows
across the vines
i wonder how many flowers
fell today
how many petals will travel
with the clouds
the last moment near tears
light floods the hills
of friuli
crows rise to the sky
to never return
their shade specks
a road as empty
as a dry river
where my youth said goodbye
where i planted a pine tree
when i was six
oh corners of my heart where nows and thens touch borders
and sometimes overlap
making visions ravishing
it is hard to ride through this day
moved by memories
that hit me
like storm waves hit a lighthouse
immersed
in the daze of sensual anarchy
i bathe
in the warmth of a blues
hidden in
the mist
of belonging
pretoria, 15 november 2013
Last updated September 07, 2022