woven out of myrtle and cotton,
tattooed on my mind as the wind
lulled my sad stars.
Lost truths in my depths cry
when the past is fished in-between
those lines of beauty and dream.
Lost truths silence my soul.
I am a poem smitten by some
shadows’ soft caresses and unfeeling kisses
lost between the sun and the moon.
I am a flower that forgot how to come into bloom.
Stuck in a cave of sleep, my eyes still creep
in mysteries hidden in the past.
Cover my eyes, listen to the sea breathing deep
within while the wind my fate shall cast.
Cover my eyes with your words
made of autumn songs and incense
again.
Let this lady of distance sow her dreams
in the rain.
Karla Bardanza
