Classic Poem

The dark precedes the sun,
the sun destroys the dark.
Reality precedes dreams,
and then dreams destroy reality.
Hey, eagle taking the sun for a stroll
now, behind the wall of clouds,
I dare
to dream
that the sun's mysterious corpuscular waves
are linking my life to the sun.
To prevent my life from becoming an ashtray
to prevent my life becoming
an icy mask
I dare imagine:
my fire revolving as the sun
in its eternal orbit.
For ever, eternally.
Unite
my life and that enormous life.
What spinning wheel
in the void of what fog
is our thread becoming unwoven?