Here I breathe and drink the air of poetry
drowned in unquenched flames, and trembling stars
falling in my lap, a deep sense of sweet unrest,
a beam on the human shore,
the essence of enrapture,
the fortunes of music and dance
that blossom, and bear my desire
the language, the odour of my heart.
May 2016-05-15. ©k.c.
A day at Romeleåsen in South Sweden .