The Rain Has Not Arrived Yet

Living still with the spurring rain 

With birds and lush green shadows.

The love has no music in the margin of time 

Stolen and stolid as usual in the white sea 

Long silence between you and me,

The melting moments, the sullen sprawling woods

And the straggling creepers are here and there, 

The love is only the real redemption, 

Until the next winter and hued season...

I will meet you by the tranquil Sea 

In time, only a sardined past and present,

And the void future move 

The time is fluid in every sickle,

And every iota is dripping like the crystal water 

The time is swerved and unintelligible, 

Becoming and being on the same edge 

The birds have stopped coming over the trees 

The rain has not arrived yet..

Hunting and the hunter both in circled time...

Oh time time time everywhere time.

We live in time and we die in time, 

Time for days and nights, time for me and you

And time to come and go,

Into its superfluous and redundant flow...