Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, USA

The images
bring you back... again

I lose and find them
on the streets
dawns
and in some talk I hear by chance

Memories of a yellow carnation
shy smile
full Moon
kiss of Life
ecstasy and ghosts

I no longer dance
well... I do not dance with anyone
unconsciously... I do it
following my senses

it's a prayer
meditation in motion
my particular yoga

I'm dancing
at the light of a single bulb
fireflies
amateur orchestras
scattered couples
summer nights
Small town
sand... stars
hangovers

I'm not the one I was
nor... who I'll be
right now
my heart sets the rhythm

How and when
this dance will end
attracts me... the most
mystery until the last words

© 2019 Alberto Palomo 2019
(©3thoreau)

“ Golden Hawk ”