Under The Morning Rays

All those images which

gush as a fountain's

fluid water

attract to me that vision

so archaic, almost neolithic

of such a cold stone that

appears in front of me

looking and smiling at me

I want to kiss it...

but my stare can only

round it in circles

when hypnotizes me...

till I kneel down

when I fall asleep...

I want to caress it

when hypnotizes me...

till I kneel down

when I fall asleep...

Neither escape nor awake me

from this kind scorn

Don't suck this sedating

laudanum that Morpheus injects

into my veins

Let me only embrace that

cold frost skin and cover me

with this boreal sunrise dew

Until my soul vanishes evaporated

with the water

under the morning rays...