The Gods Laughed Gently, Gently

~of love, time and longings~

In the time of pensive landscapes

When trees had shed

Bitter almonds

And longings,

Simple longings

— for sleeping in the snow,

Weeping in the rain —

Feathered my

Corner with soft light

And feet ached no more

And the heart tasted

Blood raised by

Mountains of the mind,

My dreams and I talked.

We spoke in godlike voices

As if the world

Existed for us,

And not we because of it.

When we talked of

Skylarks and sunbursts,

Fishes leapt in the oceans

Like hurtling daggers

Let loose by a forge of liquid steel…

When we spoke of love,

Dead roots of trees

And volcanoes

Stirred and shivered,

Turned rocks to crimson fire…

When we quarreled