Waning Moon
The moment that the almond stopped being bitter and
in a flash it shadows the nine skies
(dawn was almost ready to unfold) and
I take darkness from two swallows and
from the deep kisses of separation
I start to create you: bloodless
with a thousand icy water pitchers
of music the bee hives
on the day of St Lipios come dressed in white.
I take wood to form you in the image of the starry
sky and the buried jewels I unearth
with a bitter gesture
that buys out the scorn of the world
with two jumps onto the thin gravel
I befriend the ebony thunderbolt
with three cries of Achilles that in a flash
calm down the anger of the plains.
Now that the sun plays with the pebbles
where the leaden time has reaped you
now that future follows behind me and
all past things await for me in the future
like the bronze birds of the bell one by one
your persecutions gather by the marble
resolutions of my City that I rescue
your Law with the covenant of my exile
and from the wound of your gleam
I shall carry my silent full Moon torch.
Libros Libertad 