Poetry in the Dark

There is much pain in loving a cloud:
A crazy lack of gravity…
Delightful torture: this town…

So, in flight, I breathe the beauty of awakening,
the loneliness of discontinued dreams.
Here drifts man of passion and lies…

Here dwells demon of enlightenment…
In the clouds, in the souls,
In the unknown… in my infinite secrets…

My tasteful words…
This delicious ink…
My poetry in the dark…