cantinela

I am waiting for you.
I am waiting for the rain.

I am standing under the archway.
I am waiting for a river.

I am waiting for life.
I am waiting for a feeling.

Waiting for the song to emerge
from the great tree of birds.

I am waiting for you.
I am waiting for death, also.

I wait for a kiss and a fire.
I am waiting for a child.

I am waiting for a child.
I am waiting for death, also.

I am between the wind and the water.
I am between the light and the foam.

I am written upon a cloud
like a living shape without organs.

I am laid out across a bed of metal
waiting for the pain to cease.

I am nailed upon your eyelids
like any old, useless Christ.

I am waiting for a child.
I am waiting for death, also.

I am waiting for oblivion
and the return of spring.