FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

this is always about life
pulsations of the heart
the flowing of blood that you
feel in every vein
of your arms
the blinking of your eyes
the movements of your fingers
even the way how your eyes
stare at the rain drenched garden
by the window of the house

death is always far away like
the horizon that you see when you once sailed
the sea
when you traversed the dreams of your feet
it is when you feel life the most
beside your beloved
that death becomes an illusion
a black bird of the night
soundlessly asleep in the stillness of
the trees.