I

You are the resonance
in the fanatic colour
of the sky
intoxicating light
that fans over the sea
a heavy cloth of shimmering
white gems on the horizon.

Excesses of a terror
that can never be appeased.
II

To reach you
we would dissolve into
your incandescence
pool of white fire
flood
the folded strangeness
of the night
in shafts of steaming
crystal dust
see for the first time
the magic of the earth
rise in the brilliant air
singing.
III

Speak to us.
Speak of the fire rivers
cooling in our blood.

Help us to rise
weightless
and not to grieve,
the journey, an unbinding
that knows of no return.