High up on a pine grove.
Tejo surrenders, Atlantic.
Deep blue twilight, orange.
Late afternoon breeze, pine scent.
Laments of birds, departing the day.
Distant sounds, rattling pine cones, the world…
Thought dissolves into the rippling.
Something stirs, an echo, a reaching.
Light, fishing boat.
Memories ignite, faces, places, restless dance.
Give way, an absence...
A gentle silence whispers.
Nameless journey, its end.
Night draws near, a presence.
Already here, always has...
The tenderness of a goodbye.
Those I've loved, the moments, joyful, sad, forgotten.
Letting myself go...
Gaze blurs in a bleeding.
I welcome it, embrace it, let it open me...
The first star...