Psalm before Sleep

Except for my body, who accompanies me

into this little death? Except for the stars

opening now on the vault overhead,

except for the barque I fit into so snugly,

my arms, my legs, shivering to dissolve,

dividing the great tides bearing me on.

Except for this song, the wind in my ears ;

which has joined the sky, reciting a black music

the constellations go on repeating in silence.

This is the way out: tomorrow I am someone else

I will meet face to face, the other shore arising.

This is the poem my words never bring back.