Poem by Kari Krenn


THERE IS NEVER ENOUGH SKY

Life draws scars
with smile shape,
past nostalgias
transform into amour
and the moon that accompanies (omnipresent witness of time).
I type indecisions,
I fertilize verses,
I reap the mysteries of greek gods.
Maybe its seductive company
thrill every ominous corner of my soul,
there is never enough sky to protect me.
I comprehend its distance
at the foot of so many lives that inhabit my body.
I look at her,
she relieves the pain,
she looks at me
and make me fall in love with her with much spell.
The universe grant eternities,
there is always a moon,
at the end of a great love…
or a poem…