Metaphorical

Inside me, all is sky:
in the unfathomed vastness
the echo of a crow spreads,
words and moods are
stray breezes
searching for a harbor
in which to fade,
an amniotic silence.
I keep the memory
of a remote sea,
sweet with silver,
stirred by a nervous,
shifting moon;
and within me awakens
a blue pain
that once was frost
but does not fade:
and so, here I am,
lingering among the clouds,
in the thickening
of my mists.
 
From the celestial desert
of my intimate vault,
I watch the ceaseless play
of ships and waves
and I tremble.

Inside Me