I explore possibilities
in the courtyard of the day,
this second away
all the escadrons of my thoughts
at the gates of this still unconquered heart

the swords are out
the words are all shattered and glimmering

sharpened by the rays of the sun
coming across the bridge
or cutting through the streams
of my blood
in flowers of light

light as feathers
heavy as heartbeats

disguised as sun nets
Shakespearean traps of my breath

the words are spiraling
glittering and swirling down the drain of time
deep Elysium
blooming into your hand,
my life

this poem