Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli


East lands

and fervent abscence,

the quadrant

pointed the insane

harsh climbs

towards the mirrored roofs,

breathing skies and lakes

where the Universe

placed a gentle pat

on an emotion with the lights out.


I held your eyes away,

inside my emptiness in vain

ceasing to stifle

the wings on a tender name,

plume on my heart,

suffused in rustling

among endless fields of flax

clouds of pain arose

whilst the senses wavered

on my way back.

It was night.


Oh my love,

these high hopes

worn and torn

and I could not forget you.

In the end.

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