Enchantment

The clandestine poet syllabled sentences and the damp effluvium took hold of the logic of thought

A new smell that lingers in the tired afternoon a distant glow that seems to reach the moon

but the moon towers over a sky of bizarre stars deep cat's eyes cradle the mind

A shiver runs through the prairies and the eye wanders over the harmonies of a landscape barely in bloom

A chasm opens dark and deep suggesting like a breath of wind the tapered hand that offers you the moon

Como esta terra que germina........