(v) Moon’s mansion

Now,
now we have left the shore,
towards the horizon,
moving by tides and winds,
I say to you: this ship,
is Moon’s mansion
in its own dwelling…

No more borders, for who
can parcel out these waters?

My hands dive into the deeps  
of your eyes,
by their measurelessness
I keep my course (like life on land
always made so, too)…

Memories of streets behind me
will ever haunt me (as they do to you),
but I strive to leave them (especially
we journey together,
past the sun)…

Past this galaxy, the heart                                          
beckons −
is calling, calling, calling to us
to remember to breathe,
to build a house from our own heart,
a home for each other
(and aye, sometimes a hurricane
to break down what our hands
are helpless to do, so as
to quietly sleep afterwards,
our way into a next day) −

(slowly, ever more and more)
I alight on ease, to learn the waves
of our lives

we are travellers
in our own aspect