August 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
who can say we are the end or start of history
it is our story that has complicated the orbit of the earth
and no one reads it with soul.
the dreamers who find their way by moonlight
are not punished by it
they do not see the sunset: this is their tragedy
I do not see the moonlight: this is mine
the king was in my dream and I said to him
‘become the beekeeper of your own imagination’
but he fled from the feeling.