I breathe among
pigeons while I
should be dancing
with lions.
I am playing
with pebbles and
longing for mountain tops.

This inconstant flame
that is my soul
consumes me from
the inside, burning
with the ever-sweet
scent of love.
My soul: a lamp
burning brightly for
one among the darkness,
a marker for her
lost and longing eye

AcB 12.98