LIGHTLAND

Somewhere, are, lost in the nights,

By dozen, kindly knights

Setting fire to sweet lights,

The Being dreamer will keep her flight,

In the unworldly clouds to bright,

A flowery poetic dormancy of might,

Barely skimming in the halo soft and tight…

Set up the swords of fire,

Raised to the sky,

Leading rays to the Sunny side,

Cutting free the darkness, explode it to the wild wide.

Free the heart locked up in the silence,

Kept the secret of the desire made of life,

Pilgrim of the deserting space ; purpose is... making sense,

Time runs fast from a Girl to the Wife.

The Light Land much more than the Promise Land,

Where the Blind and enlightened being blow together in the sand,

Through the summer wind…