Gifts To The Cycles

First sky of night
Looming over skylines
Trembling in the shrill valleys,
The lights change destiny, forever un-arriving.

Quiet stars
Whisper dreams like dolls,
Without moving they inspire
The waves to flow into the red gulf.

When Venus was young
He flew with the bird of prey
Over the woodlands hiding from sleep,
Seducing the shy mustress, glowing beneath the pine.

Now he swears
To overturn deceptions
Whenever ressurected in dreams
Of dances wearing the black feathers.

The sparrows sigh
And a leaf absorbs it,
It moves gently like an infant
Plucking the lyre of the rushing winds.

Lovers by the beach
Test Fate under cover of night,
Light clouds cannot hide their memories
And so their lips entwine their proudest glory.

Leave them be
O swells sleepwalking
Straight into the vulgar wall;
Let them learn to renounce the mirror of embraces.

The peace in the smiles
Of the secluded friends letting go
Is born in the vast tranquility of the constellations:
Son and daughter just beginning to enjoy their inheritance.

A sun toils
In death's cavaliers,
Bats fly in wild anxiety
Waiting for the sun to arise once more.

A cry without tears
Speaks to the silent midnight
From the desolate streets like fallen colosseums,
And the symbols of the new promise translate the old calendar.

Every being
Every dream, every passion
Learns the name if its new twin
In the misty gates guarding the weaving Mother.

What is born
In the pulsing veins
Must ascend to the wide silhouette
That is the night, and find itself in its embrace.

Find the elusive river
With the stars on its bank
Leading into the delta of the dawn,
Wearing the veil of the spirit of love.