The day begins with a fall
and the night with your arms
and I, calm in the falling
and calmer still in you
in you, and the night music of your philharmonic orchestra
like a sorrowful, loosened note
on the bow of your fingers
I sway this way and that
like the thousand-year echo of an opera
I am drawn beyond time
beyond your body
and on another night
to the waltz of your arms
at the borders of dream and reality
I fall asleep.
Waltz on the Road to Compostela
Poems with their paintings
