"Mossy name"

Have you ever imagined your mossy name engraved on a headstone,
your grandchildren caressing it with their young little fingers
all trembling, cause your surname
will remind them that one day their candlelight will be just as weak
as yours was
when the last winds came?

I am asking you this because, you know,
the full moon makes our blood feel thick and heavy and
during those nights we are bewildered about how life comes
and goes.

Do you think we will be able to watch the roses grow
from our deathbeds?
Will we close our eyes and hear the mourners
or maybe the daffodils blending with the heavy rain outside
because, of course,
it will be raining.

I am scared of the blindness that the last days will bring.
Is it bad if I want to live forever
and feel
that in the everlasting sandstorm I'll be breathing
and seeing beyond.

Ah, I only wish that it all
will have something to do with the sea
because life seems to be rolling with the tides
such as Ulysses' journey did.
The waves are the ocean's heartbeats
if you think about it, we are the same thing.

Whatever it comes let me go back to the waters
for I have always craved liberty
and on its roaring arms I will find
both the motherly craddle
and the violent passion
of the anonymous lover,
and there will be no name to caress and no place to let flowers rot,
no mud on the cloudy days
and no pain
and no gloomy reminders on the news
no church chorus but a seagull chorus
                                                              and a secret place to keep sailing...

© Text: Victoria Bardot

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