The celestial churches

And you leave dressed in clothes from nowhere, You squander this time That I had in hope. And I see myself departing, Drifting away on the seas… To lose myself and flee from me, And hide my misery. I had hidden secrets At the corners of every phrase, Drawn with chalk… Flowers in a vase. I had rounded the thorns Of the roses in the garden, Gazed at the Levant… As if it were my last morning. I would like a little Of the time I have left, To reclaim my vows In the celestial churches… To be able to sleep in the hollow Of rupestrian voyages And valiant dreams. You understand, I need To put my armor back on To go to war… Without wounds or tears, Without bandages or injuries. You understand, I need To put my armor back on To cross the seas… Kneeling but PROUD.