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                 You, for My Thought



What stretched the earth
into a howl?
What was the sky sounding in its blue bells
from the pallid dream of a blood that suffers?

What has crossed a river,
cry for cry?
What have twenty crystal gallops crossed,
with their twenty mysteries of clarity?

What lifted the powerful
mountain?
What enlarged the high ice of its immaculate jungle?
What did the rocks grow to cover your face?

What made the wind thick
like a stone,
like an immense wheel of turbulent glass
gyrating between your temples and the sound of my kisses?

What of the space that makes mockery
of my eyes?
Ah, no!  I know the road I must take to find you.
Death has watched me walking through its valleys.

Sara de Ibanez