Shipwreck
A ship sank in the raging storms Of my conscience Carrying cargoes of burning suns The wreckage reaching distant shores Time gazes at the setting constellations Yawning like the Pacific Ocean The sky passed a restless night Disturbed by hurricanes of stars I was searching with flaming eyes In the scattered limbs of my verses Scraps of blue skies Crammed with ruins of galaxies Echoes of my own voice attack me Shouting That the colours swallowed by last night Have not yet risen The restless sinews Are rocking with rage like rough seas In terror My poem looked at me And trembled