In vain I would blow the wind for my sails
And I would come to him
A stranger on a shore of emptiness
He would collect the winds of all the corners
in my bag
And blow the wind for my sails
I would fight the waves of devils
And sail on a wave of flame
To offer him a goat, our ransom
To return to our families
Waiting on a
blazing shore of their longing.
Everyday, I dream that I return
And stretch my bow that beats
the strong ones
I clean my yard from the mischief makers
And empty on her lips
The longing of my long nights
And pour in her ears
Some holy words.
She is Penelope
The soul's joy in salvation
And at completing the circles:
The circle of adoration when it turns into
worship
The circle of eternity when the final ray departs
The circles of death
and the circle of resurrection.
For her, the journey of the soul begins
For her, it ends.
She is Penelope:
A destination for pride when pride bows down
Humble, like a lover to his beloved
A brook of milk
And branches of light and perfume
In whose shade, the nightingales sing.
She is Penelope
Like a prophet's intercession
A reward to him
Who is lost in her love
Everyday I dream that I return
Even so that heaven tells me
That I will be the only outcast!
20/09/2006
