And Be the Canvas

I was moving in

Between the steps

Of who came before.

[Trough the way of burgundy shade,

Lost in the pale pearl river of stars.]

Blind, once, caressing

The shadow and dust

Hovering, left behind.

[The hunter and lavish hues of dew,

Embedded in the walnut’s roots.]

And inclosed by the mist

I forgot why I moved

Following nothing in sight.

[And dark fumes of hickory cocoa,

And steel, slightly fogged up lights.]

I took some of my time

To heave, stand up high.

[But the Tuscany’s sweet citric scent,

Caresses the hills of wheat and maize.]

And accept the grey

In my voice,

In my heart.

[The sea depth and loving chants,

Trapped with salt in amber walls.]

March right forward,

Face up, in plain sight.

[Thunders fire echoing, for freedom,

Is crashing in chambers and mines.]

And be the canvas

[Empty and free to accept them

when they’ll rise all at once.]