Crossing the great threshold
the midpoint of a wave
moving now
assuredly
spiralling
crashing into the endless shore
Two arms outstretched
clutch the futile dawn
gold and black and blue
through the hourglass
the fluid measure of entropy
the void
your shadow moon
Dipped into your spiral
the last of all light
a glint of stolen troves
of promises unkept
the beholding of your absence
arrayed in half measures
your unplayed hands
that single hand upon your table
what misery my winnings
for which you played so well
Beneath the tipping crest
the roaring depth
bellows loud
the drowning of the light announcing,
between a word and the toll of siren bells
between the scent of salt and sea,
the balm of your spotted smile:
'I am conquered'
my jaded crown now bleeding rust
my love of you in forgetful winds
the howl of your name
of which I have need no more
C. Alberto
