Desideratum

On the other side

expectations of

a great outpouring

fanfare

all that is borne

silence

A bleeding fresco of

warring waters

wandering skies

Everything is waves

waves and shooting stars washing over me

breathless

drifting in this dispassionate sea

Fragments of memories

dreams

all dissolved as mists and fog

In the space between

a sound

a muted voice

whose echo at once

both in and of these veils;

gossamer whispers

playing over my skin

Cast of light and shadows

in turns

you, who exists

but is not seen

formed as windswept sands

of scattered desert places

or name

inscribed above water

carrying upon its waves

only this,

an idea of you