The light glides phosphorescent across the skin of numerous souls,
touching in its moments those cloistered memories within…
a remembrance carried around and not shaken off,
despite the days of darkness when light is lacking…
it remains like gold in the mine. I have myths dancing through me
as caricatures of some forgotten plays…as endless actors
in a play that never ceases…
what time does another day begin?
Can I caress the endless light as if a lover in her nakedness…
in her beauty skin? I want to crash like pearl-divers into the depths
of some hidden retreat that keeps the secret of our forbidden spice…
I hear silence like a shower now…
it rains on this road of determined feet…
I will not, I will not, I will not retreat…
