Idibera

 
Dawns the Autumn.
A Poem opens itself.
Some wings spread.

Flowers blooming
everywhere.
Eyes wide close.
Eyes of wide read.

Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Signs, gods, runes.

Above the waters
arrises the mist.
Days and waves
keep on building
its Cathedrals.

Sleeps
in my hand
a non-important
poem
an unknown name
carved in a stone.

Idibera is a name
for the thunderbolt
for the woman that rides
the thunderbolt
Idibera is the the silence
after the thunder.

Not like a bird
in the autumn sky
but just like
the flare
that pulses
in my spine.


PAR