Wading into the sea up to my waist
I cup a handful of its water in my hand.
On my tongue it is cool and sweet
I dive in, deep, and touch the silver sand.
I slept heavily last night
I slept heavily last night.
When I woke I did not know where I was or
who I was or
why I was
but then
I remembered.
Thank you
Seven questions and their answers
Is your real name Simon?
Yes, yes it is.
Where is a magical place?
On top of a mountain in a country that does not exist.
Most important kiss?
They know.
Ever been in a fight?
Snowballs near the frozen sea. Untouched snow on a deserted beach, running, laughter, youth.
Musical ability?
Listening. Unless ‘howling along’ counts?
Do you see your eyes as sky blue or sea blue? I see them as both.
Ah. I don’t see them as blue.
What’s your favourite dessert?
I’m sorry, the answer to that would be far too personal. I’m ending this here.
[With thanks to everyone who sent me questions]
Horizon
If we believe the candle can resist the storm, it may. It may.
I will hold my hands around the flame for you.
Spring morning
I dive in the raging ice river
stand dripping, defenceless in the sharp mountain air
but nothing can cool
the pumping heat of longing
Nighttime wish
Sleep well.
Dream of those things
only you know.
Your sleeping breath
my inspiration.
The moon kisses the sea
The old man told me: Night after night the moon kisses the sea to hide her pale loneliness. Then, from behind the thinning clouds, the stars appear. Several fall and disappear, but if you watch closely, one, always one, flies across the face of the moon. She turns her head and a night breeze rises, follows the star and he rides the night wind with the moon. For a night at least he is hers and she his. And that is what you must live for.
Running a distance or lying quite still
And then those days when the physical is all
We move in our bodies, the sun, sea and wind
Cherry blossom and birdsong are background to our heartbeats
Beyond the far horizon the mist clears.
Blue eyes
Blue eyes, blue skies.
Promises of new seasons.
The pink light of night
The pink light of night loosened thoughts and tongues; blood pulsed and sped and fizzed and choked off words. But by then words did not matter.
simonsalento 