Luca Artioli

Water

It has no fear of darkness, the water.

It flows,

propelled by the night

blackened by transparency

alive only in sound,

that glides with it,

hangs on to it

as it already chants the dawn’s light.

 


I have come back with you,
In the words of declared love,
In the voids filled,
In the darkness illuminated.
I am back in balance
on a bridge fluid with dreams
which will become a sea,
which will become an ocean.
And in the vastness of it all,
I shall not fear to lose you.
Will you give me your hand?