SALTING SIGHS

Salts pouring,

Breathing thorns

That made i clay,

Dreaming the face

That at noon faded,



Twin to my will born

Weight of shadows,

Anchored to my ankles,

Each stride,

Like a thousand years

Of pregnancy.



Crystals of salts melting,

Sliding off the eye lid,

Crossing the lashes,

Kissing the skin,

Down to the cheeks,

I witness a lonely tear drop

With a finger i touch,

I then taste,

And then i remember

Only but a few

Are worth the salts

That we give off,

I sigh,

For tomorrow

But comes

With a new salt.