WHITE NIGHT 2

THE WHITE NIGHT
Through the light and the dark the storm raged and ravaged the heart
of a lonely one sitting by the fireplace
weaving in the dark
the motifs of an art no longer held valid
for the order of the real or the imaginary worlds, long back left behind.

before awakening to the light of the dawn,
before the white night wrote the script
for the destined one to read in the day,
the lonely one has to wind up the spool
of the loose threads and put them in place.

Such ravages, the storms over the mighty intractable seas, and the the lonely one fell
into them as if out of choice, and survived by the instinct to live.

Now, one tidal wave,as it threatens to sink,
the raft, the oar and the frail navigator,
another taller wave has come to conquer and subdue the one that threatened and surged to swallow the surf and the raft.

One wave rises to swallow another,
rushing forward with a diminished tide,
losing its force and merging with the shore in serenity.

The Real is there beyond the shore,
no language can transmit the desire to reach, the desire to transcend the agitation
once and for all, the Lover whose silence supersedes
the primordial desire for the ultimate word of Love.