Thursday, April 20, 2017

I LEAVE TO RETURN

I miss everything,
a million miles away
or the honeybee that disappears.
The house with painted red bricks
is caught in its cobwebs,
with the eucalyptus trees dead and gone.
All the stars shine 
in the sky so blue,
hiding in a daylight of illusions.
My heart stops,
like cogs and wheels 
so old and rusted red with blood.