infinite imaginings

a night without darkness
lustrous moon sweeps
horizon..opaline, the meeting
between day and night..
in the imperceptible silence
of aloneness
and the wildly pathetic
indescribable yearning
of reveries that refuse to perish

The immortal soul of my dreams
lost in the wistfulness of pathos

the haunting persistence of
a heart that refuses to find
any other speech than poetry.

I lose myself in my words
my words absorb
my infinite imaginings