taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
at night
Archives par mot-clé : Wales
tanka*
seconds go by
regardless of the time
seconds are like drops
and time is like the ocean
that never see one another
*first posted in March 2019, reviewed and improved (hopefully) in March 2020
this strange place*
finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.
night blue
because it was night time but it was also blue
because it was dark but there was also some light
because the road was long, but fabulous at the end of it
in the puddles
The beginning of the end
since the beginning of the day.
The end of the beginning
everything that no longer exists
a trembling beauty
frozen in the puddles