COMING LIGHT

Less than skin is around
this soul –a little unsound-
that is me over the ground.

Full of the gentle sound,
beats are all I need to hear,
while the stars fit my gear.

If only I led my mound
to see through the year,
coming to make it clear.

One horizon is far enough
wherever I land my stuff,
trying a way beyond a tear.

Ghosts stay under my fear,
though courage is fairly near…
since it is made of them, Dear.


By Piaconecta
piaconecta@hotmail.com

Fecha de elaboración: 10/2007