AWAKENING

Tired eyes encounter

Cauliflower clouds

A brightness sparkling

The idea

Leading to the white flowers

Those waves

As they break

This still winter,

Peaceful backwater

Cold beach

Sated with stillness

And flushness

As I breathe this eternal

Agony

For being alive

And at the sea

Gaze

Less tired now

My arms filled

With this awakening

The encounter…

Grief for Death

and the dead

And a fear

Of the beyond

Of the farthest

No-

Of the nearest.

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© Dulce