Dearest Poet,
It thrilled me to read you again
after this long interruption.

Your last send, accompanied me,
became part of my journey,
for I kept it with me as a token
as a promise of words yet to come
stars yet to be crossed.

~

On a sand dune in the Tar desert
haunted by a wailing ghost
that kept the dogs howling all night
and the camel driver awe-stricken,
chanting frantically mantras to exorcise
the encroachment of an overwhelming presence.

Fixing the cold glimmer of unreachable galaxies,
as shooting stars passed through empty arches
there was the sudden revival of your voice
to bespeak of an harbor you had offered me
in some remote life spent or yet to come
through ocean restoring echoes of silica.

~
We are not apart in this dark,
though I be absent poet,
absent from this earth
have escaped the snares of this world
have vanished beyond reaches of desire.
My body is just the reverberation
of your nocturnal ache poet,
the ebb and flow of your lamento,
the throb of your savage heart
fixing my vagrant tremor
the submerged flicker of my serenity.

I am glad you have returned poet.
Take care
SAS