morning song



it is a Gypsy guitar morning
to dance silently on the terrace
in the dawn's warm invitation

it is a semi erect pine
blown by a northerly storm
into the sands of forgetting

it is the voice of an unknown woman
singing to me alone
from the stage of anonymity

the sea will take my bones
it will be full of salt wind
the sky will blacken
i will be alone finally

my poems scattered in the spume