Golden blond
Eyes reflect the pure blue
Of the morning sea
Full of white-flecked and green reflections.
Somewhere at the bottom of that sea
I mysteriously disappeared.
Baths filled with stronger solutions than water.
We were bathing in blood.
Oceans of barely disguised acrimony.
Where the red blade’s dazzling
The world comes from.
Bitterness.
People like you
Ask me lots of technical questions.
You looked beyond my feeble barrier
Made my human wall
Crumble and fall.
Made me feel a little closer
To this strange human species.
With the sun coming up behind us
We shared an undeniable desire
An unconscious yearning.
But when a man knows he is powerless
He longs for change.
With me
You will die with your fist clenched
And your jaw tense -
The perfect manifestation of hatred.
I am a purely negative factor
In the struggle for life.
I couldn’t even make a convict happy.
I have an ample definition
For my death
Without you in it.
You once understood
That our vocation,
Our true vocation,
Was to move for eternity -
Not setting down roots.
Now only I
See the substratum of things.
Forever.
The definition of that adjective
Was somewhere in the region of “stupid”.
Love has two points:
The point of arrival
And the point of departure.
So I now take my pick and go
And poison my lungs with a smile.
Because our vocation,
Our true vocation,
Was to fly our own aircraft
To the stratospheric regions
Of our own dreams.
Even eternity must come to an end.