Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


SCATTERED MORNING THOUGHTS


the rooster
has already crowed many times
as i wake up early
at 4.

i sum up a life.

your life and mine, we sum it up.

has the nights lied about who we are
behind our motives?

Love too has many faces
and it speaks in many mouths.

i sum up Love.
It is measureless, no exact dimensions. It is always
saying beautiful places for us.

a paradise. Where is it?
a bed. Is it cold now?

the roosters are crowing
they are not love songs anymore.

the nights has stars till morning.
we never notice anymore.

we walk in different directions.
we promise nothing.

It is always the sound of bus fading on the street
as it moves far away, far far away than we can with limits
understand.

The rain starts to pour. The roof is a chatter.
The oasis of silence is gone.

The journey of the camel has begun.
We take shelter in that departing kiss.

For onward we go, looking for the city of our lives.
Without maps and compass.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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