and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.