I want to live

I want to live

                without tomorrow,

like an autumn leaf, still attached,

touched by the breath of winter.

cold…

breath…

I want to live like a ship,

separated with the land,

embraced by tides, wind

and  bones of the abandoned moon.       

…a feather upon

the violence of restless sea.

I want to live like a migrating bird,

driven by  the harmony of invisible lines,

blinded by the fate of the moment.

…as a whisper

of the departed thought,

a surge of red through the spider web

of blue.

I want to sleep without dreams:

wrapped in a tight cocoon of my own skin,..

still and absent,

reduced to the droplet

 that never breaks

~c:NKO 2013