New Songs

The evening says 'I hunger for shade'.
The moon declares ' I thirst for stars'.
The crystal spring pleads for lips,
and the wind sighs.

I am thirsty for scents and laughter,
parched for new and different songs,
songs without moons and lilies,
songs without dead and dying loves.

A morning song to move
the stagnant waters of the future
and fill the waves and ripples
with hope.

A luminous and peaceful song,
meditative and unblemished
by sadness and fears:
immaculate in dreams.

A song without poetry's flesh
filling the silence with laughter
(a flock of blind birds flung
into the mystic).

A song that goes to the heart of things,
to the soul of the winds
and comes to rest at last
in the happiness of the constant heart.