ashes to ashes

from frosty morning grounds
one by one
I pick your tears

together with the ashes
I fly 'em into deep waters

I pick
your wails

that echo
from mountains
to valleys

over the bay
across the waters

I string 'em with the wind
hang 'em between the two seasons
and wait
for the sunset to take us all

when
the moon's in my left eye
and the sun is in my right one
birds're flying from one to another

my world is so small

when rain hesitates to come
I wash the bay with my own hands

I rinse clouds
rise trees
swirl down with streams
glide round with gannets

when rain hesitates to come

*

I go your way
you go mine

everything's light

yesterday I was asleep
today I weigh my heavy dreams and I weigh yours too

I also weigh my worries and my cups of tea
then I weigh my fears and add some sour tears

I weigh my meals, my clothes, my plants, my dog
and add a pinch of loneliness

tomorrow I'll weigh my doubts, my questions, my hopes,
my cigarettes, my empty shopping bags

the day after tomorrow I'll be asleep again

the swell is big
it goes over me
under
even inside

little rolled balls of darkness fall in
and disappear

oh, do I fear darkness
oh, do I fear depth

I climb up the mountain
and reach the valley
where people go to die
where silence takes over
where darkness is not present in such light

the swell is big
it washes the valley
it washes me

over the bay many suns set
the wings and the horseshoes
remain

when the horses disappear into the cloud
I rest my head on a stone
lay myself on the ground
and listen

I stared through the window and waited for the rain to start. I could see it soaking the mountains and messing up the glassy surface of the bay, eventually it took over the horses and the neighbour's house

still I sat there at the window and waited for the rain to come here

but snow came instead

the men I love, the men I don't love


(Annette Messager)

will we ever walk under the same sun again

j.e.m.r.q.

I can still smell you here while you're on the other side of the globe

deep

it's deep
my mind
and
my search
is

and
the forests
are deep

*

there
I'll tie
my
slender hands
to you

unit
unanimously
united

unification
unite
unity

to rain

cut out

refrain
vain
blame
stain
pain

retain
vail
gain
trail

(The order of the words can be different as the floating meaning remains. It's like the words that one randomly picks from a conversation which one vaguely follows.)

let the storm hit
I want it real

don't play it
don't pull those silly faces
don't look at others


let it be real

let it all be real

real

...
vanish in the autumn's mist
thick evening's air
so tear clear
fear
is what comes after
comes after me
goes after
or ahead
grows inside
or above
I tear
the gallons
and the seas
that do not belong to me
I borrow them
never return
home either
or do I not know time
yet

is it the howling winds of the nights or soothing
spells of the days that brought me up

they say I inherited fear

but in my dreams I'm still an explorer