Visual Alchemy

Maria Chiara Fagioli

#love-is-abroad


Old lovers
met again
on the opposite
sea shore,
caressing the dried salt
in a laconic wilderness,
unfair was the shimmer
that captured
the preponderant rise
of joyful spurting water
between the complaints
of indifferent meridians
beyond contact.

 

A unpleasant
galaxies pack
obscured the broad
reflection of rays
between the murmuring prayers
of a north-east wind,
I collected stones
to avoid being sucked
into the whirlpool
of the impossible
loving you in a half.

 

Nothing more I knew
the way back
in the faltering mist
nor to embrace
delusive hands
gave me comfort,
the strength of the sea
hushed bitterness,
oh guardian of hope
who could never soar.

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