A journey

To celebrate

The unsaid
The unvisible

The Duality

That sounds yet

Like an evidence

Half-sleep
Powerful dreams
Wrapped into
A coat of wind
Into a flame
Of possession

Opening the eyes
With this salty taste
On the lips

The eternal bliss
Of a suspended Time
The arms
Wrapped around
Perfect shoulders

Kissing a ghostly neck..

An echoe 
In the sound box
Of a wild
Beating heart

Telling
The red dark
Spitting lava
Grazing, disturbing
and yet
Or so
Pushing the will
Forward

Among the dizzy
Soft, guilty scents

Among the world's simple
Complex multiplicity

Between The abundance
And the first, original
Illusional emptiness

Freedom

On the tip of
A blade of grass
Over the clouds
Over the hills
Among the mad crowded places
In the silence
Of the darkest caves

Travelling
Wandering souls
Of tireless dreamers
Perpetually
Re-building
The dismantled dream

Like a never ending
Symphony

An embroidery

To be perfected

Inexhaustibly

The magic
Crossing the mind

And in the end
The unfolded
The unexpected
The sublime
Logical, evident
Perfect fitting

Perceived
But not reached yet

Resting
On the wet shores
Of an untamed
Ocean's
Merciless
Music

(In the train between Dublin and Belfast)