Mireille Astore



I walk the sunrise

my body takes a form.


Wobbling crows on cliffs

plunge for the bulging eyes

the sea has expunged.


The winds are restless.


I sculpt thin shadows in the sand,

for waking is the sister of pain.

I watch white tongued waves devour them

for a while.


Only froth is left behind.


I walk the sunrise

my mind takes a form


Limbs of hardened jelly fish

hang from driftwood,

my neck

and patiently waits for its reward.


The sky is dry


I listen to the growl of sanity

for bliss is the sister of ignorance.

I steal the smell of sleep

for a living.

©Mireille Eid