NARCISSUS

I am breaking the silence.

The skies are fractured,

the moon has no

choice:

it waned when I lost

my tomorrow and my voice.

This interlude between

what I was and what I will

be is a fragment, it is a masterless

moment sleeping in my body and

mind for this broken peace

lying between you and me

is a storm painting the sea.

In the end, I was somewhere

behind the sun, facing the clouds,

expecting the moon to wax as

I plucked the flowers after the

rain, hoping you couldn't

ease me of your fever, of

my shame and pain.

But as Narcissus, you didn't

hear me: you were so engrossed

with your plans and conquests.

I was Echo failing another test.

Some day you will be able

to see more than your vain

desire.

Some day sire.

Some day sire.

Karla Bardanza