BLACK LETTERS

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The dark night sky is a faithful canvas,
With a cup of coffee by my side
I pick up my pen to write you a letter
You of the evening sky
Traveling over my window
In the form of a single star.
I feel tenderness rising within me.

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Letters are black.
They form constellations,
Simple,
Complex spirals turned into meanings,
Saying everything and nothing at all
Always and at the same time.

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I lay down in the morning dew,
Watching the cats lazing around the porch,
The smaller one lying in the grass,
The grey tom on the bench,
Looking smug as cats do,
Because he knows better than I do
Where my soul mates.

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In my dreams it is always winter,
Cold, dark night
And I look up at the starry sky
The canvas filled with life and love and curiosity.
Happiness.
And I think of things that were
The smiles of strangers,
Or kind words from a child,
Your strange entrance into my chaos.

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In my nightmares it is always bright,
Green leaves on the trees,
Flowery meadows in all the colors of the rainbow,
Poppies, Daisies, Dandelions,
But I’m here all alone,
Waiting for the cats to come,
And tell me the secret
That will unlock my desires.

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As the last dot is in place,
I seal the envelope with a kiss,
The cat purrs contentedly,
But I miss his cue,
The clue,
And continue to argue with myself
About the darkness.