#lacrimamosaest

i dress my feelings
in peculiar clothes
made of purple powder
sewed with sunrays and dry blood

splashing them with drops of twilight
and grains of white gold
i sit them nicely
on the shore of the world

i thread my feelings
through the evening fog
and I feed them with music
played by the tempest god

hiding them behind
the rising waxing gibbous
i disect their reasons
and let them grow cold

i glue my feelings
to the falling red orb
and as it plunges into the sea
i hear them calling
full of grace and glee:

‘Come with us!
Drown yourself free!”