The Kingdom of Golden Dreams

1.
The street sings a requiem
for departed soldiers;
a little cormorant dives
into the lake,
swims subaquatic,
and discovers a kingdom of golden dream.
The street is a forest
where past and present meet in secrecy.
 
2.
It rains in the city,
the soul flies past
skyscrapers and song,
the prophets dwell
in my heart—
the shepherd walks
with enchanted sheep.
The rag-picker tardily lifts the clouds
at the concert of sand.
 
3.
The lamp creates silhouettes of leaves
on the glass,
it is peaceful;
blue horses
weave into the velvet piano night.
 
4.
The ballerina of dawn
speaks to a gazelle.
 
Inside my ears,
a waterfall breathes.
 
Afar, flowers bloom
in a field of wounds.
 
5.
In the house
covered with moss,
past and present meet again,
I write to you letters
on a nectarous afternoon
and gather the flotsam
that we could not forget.
Your name has a limpid sound
that I could not forget.
 
6.
He has lost
his crampons
and now unsteadily
climbs;
in the mesh of his dreams,
even the snow
is encrusted with fire.