“Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all-embracing love in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I meet my friend the seagull on the rocks:
mesmerized by ocean, we share this ritual.
I feel wind through my hair
adore me like never before.

It keeps waking me, taunting
me, blowing love’s echo in the night.
Just me and time is all it takes.
Eternity swallowed that simple.

How I disappear in azure eyes.
Words pulsate in my blood,
I can read ad infinitum,
wishing the road never ends.

Softness and power I cannot resist —
hunter and hunted in one —
beauty flows through you, overwhelms
and delights me to insanity.

The sky fills with hundreds of birds
who witness the sun steal away, the day die
as your smile eclipses the light
and turns the dream into a spell.

©Hélène Cardona

From Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016); Hélène Cardona’s bio is HERE.

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