Loneliness clings to my shadow
like inky contours of a life not yet finished
I sit in complete wonderment
atop a balcony-bearing roof
do I possibly live here?
A burning sensation stings my cheek
I rub it with great discomfort
where is this sun woven light
that pulls the day along its side
into the world to come?
I turn my views towards the east
A kaleidoscope of fiery feet
kick like babies throwing a tantrum
I do not hear their merry cries
only the sound of many heartbeats.
I thought an island sunset
was supposed to be a miracle on earth
I see no colored explosions
creating musical illusions
that help one fantasize.
Why is everything muted
and pushed off into dry creeks
am I forsaken ever again
to bathe my pleading body
into relaxations of the mind?
I scream inside myself
do not trap me in blindness
must I wait and see
if I will wake up anew
away from this blindness?
