The silver of my sky

I know a silver sky

Full green stars

With a foot in clay

With knees on a stone

With the sun on a shoulder

And a darkness in the throat. 

I know a silver sky

Under it I calmly breathe

As a bird in a blue vastness

Like a winter silence above a lonely province. 

But when the winds went down the mountains

My skies became hair

And no longer where the skies

But a profound cry of loneliness

that has no wind to be taken by

Because everybody avoids him

And from him they run away.