A roving bird

sliding softly.

 

The Cliff

unveils a hollow

of sky

and a valley

made virginal by time,

scenting of sounds

of immensity.

 

Wasting away in the infinite:

watching it all,

slowly,

like smoke.

 

Living of light.

 

The Cliff

has a chasm beneath;

on the side,

a cemetery.

 

01-12-2011