I am sleeping
With the door open
In the sea
The indescribable.
A beauty
Much wilder
Even than the words of then.
Across
A span
To the island of eyeless poets
And I see
The poems
The ones of a tomb
Written in my mind
By the hands
Of the suicide
Yannis Voultos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-214/
