Burial Wings

Clouds, middle of earth,
storms, lives of strength,
a gentle air took a single essence
became in rush, became in stage.

Exploded the calms of candle
and its wax shines deserted,
thought cries its ardor
escaping to drowned faces.

Clouds, clouds:

Suffocated of castles and webs,
dear shadow of dam,
and itself, tearing away.

Such a drown, such a day,
oxygen delivered,
down side away;
woes the success of cypresses,
and with them, their mistake.

Is a single moment to be disappointed,
a single moment to burial ways.

G. de. C
November 26th, 2006 (day of extremes)