Oda a la Luciernaga

En las noches de veranos muertos

Cuando el viento fue agujetado con miel

Estabas conmigo, trayendo luz verde y dorada

Tus promesas se colgaban en los árboles embarazados

Que silbes de nuevo, la canción estremeciendo

En los bosques oscuros de los reinos antiguos

Nadie te notó hasta que desapareciste

Amigo de los niños y abuelos

El calor huyó antes de la luna

Y te encontraste entre mis manos ardientes

La prisión de cristal te hizo una lámpara

Gracias por volar en las olas de mis sueños

Desde paredes de papel y oja

Llevas nuestra esperanza en tu pecho duro

Te mendigo, tráiganos hueles de tierra e hierba

Nunca nos dejes de nuevo

Oblivion of Dying

Twink’ling with the eyes of stars

It beckoned me, “Peer within!”

The golden light danced on walls

Of dark, wooden panels thin

Crimson poppy on his breast

Hunched and ragged, languishing

Tears soon came in gravity

He gripped his papers, trembling

Dexterously, he plucked petals

Of the bloody poppies free

Inhaling the earthly core

He begged for rest, “Come to me.”

His words were lost in liquid

Misery, his face lines spun

Volumes of tactile anguish

His drowning eyes met mine, stunned

The crystal glass his prison

Impenetrable rampart

Unraveled threads between us

Leaving him with shattered heart

Breezy fingers mussed his hair

And to the floor his papers fell

With a weighty final flutter

And his tears drew him towards hell

Aching alone in agony

Oblivion of dying

Stars, that watched the corpses dance

Of crumpled poppies flying

Crackling hardness encircled

The window’s edge and creeping

Fractals, icy, forming frost

I watched: lost him to weeping

Death’s grip found his marble throat

Window to ice surrendered

The bloody fingers, poppies

His riven eyelids conquered