I\u2019m following the geography
\nof the sun.
\nWhen days look back
\nat their shadows.
\nWhen a morose dream begins.
\nWhen light becomes precious,
\nnot for its gold
\nbut for a wine that cheers
\nthe blood,
\ngoes to the heart,
\nand it is light,
\nmore potent as it stays.<\/p>\n
Then I can follow the meridian
\nto the equator
\nand fall into the south
\nwhere spring is beginning.
\nWhen it\u2019s opening its eyes again.
\nDo we live forever?
\nEach succeeding life following
\nthe eternal soul of light,
\nround and round,
\nuntil there is only cinders left,
\nlife somewhere
\nin the sweetness of ashes?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m following the geography of the sun. When days look back at their shadows. When a morose dream begins. When light becomes precious, not for…<\/p>\n