Today I cast a bottle in the sea.
 Today I sent a pigeon into the winds.
 Today, I dropped a coin in the well. 

 I didn’t tell anyone,
 
 But the sparrows bracing for winter,
 But the squirrels packing for winter,
 But the trees baring for the winter.
 
 They didn’t see the sunset on my cheeks,
 They didn’t see the rain in my eyes
 They didn’t see the spring on my lips.
 
 It’s like singing a lullaby
 
 Against the wind,
 Against the world
 Against the web.
 
 Like a revolution.
 Like a declamation.
 Like a declaration.
 
 That nobody will hear.
 
 They all died on the battlefield.
 They all deserted years ago.
 They all ran like traitors.
 
 The war is over.
 
 Only the wind rumbles.
 Only the bees bumble.
 Only the lost stumble.
 
 Who are the lost ones?
 
 The lovelorn,
 The loverless,
 The lovers…
 
 It’s a madness, isn’t it?
 
 But you never notice it when you are 
 
 Hand in hand,
 Lips to lips,
 Heart to heart.
 
 You only open your eyes 
 
 When the night is utterly still.
 When the morning is utterly bright.
 When the end is utterly near.
 
 Or when you shiver alone at a bus stop.
 Or when you wander alone at the death of night.
 Or when you wake up alone after a realistic dream. 
 
 Pure madness.
 
 Quick,
 
 Breath in in the autumn mulch 
 Breath out the busy city.
 Breath in last year’s roses.

 Can you make sense of it?
 
 From evening mist to morning dew.
 From the warm afternoon to the freezing night.
 From the hopeful greeting to the mournful parting;
 
 I wait.

 Nothing but

 The ripples of the water,
 The whispers of the wind,
 The echoes of a clinking.
 
 In the distance,
 Far off.
 So far,
 
 A fading echolalia…

 It’s not you,
 It’s not real,
 It’s just my mind…
 
 So deeply anchored;
 So deeply entrapped;
 So deeply enchanted:

 That no one can distract. 
 
 Except songs,
 Except stories,
 Except stanzas 
 
 Of something that doesn’t dare exist.