Anchored

We circumnavigate

the globe, an elastic breeze 

is attached

around our waists,

the free fall was checked 
by both

and a new colony

of mild impressions 

and blue epiphanies

awaits
to cushion our voyage.

In silence,

we bounce up and down

against the rising stars

sufficiently deaf-

to the mermaids'charming songs

and blind enough-

to any nymph’s dance.

Enchanted by ashes of rebirth
(our own)

and music of spheres

We shall hold hands

to remind ourselves,

without words,

that only heaven knows

how long

we have been in the same barge,

rocking and rolling

in our own storms,

how often we have been

in charge

of a pirate vessel

seizing the treasures and debts 

of the smooth, treacherous sea

or a warship

setting course only

to restore peace.

Right now

with an invincible fleet

of safe thoughts

rounding the Cape of Good Hope

there’s no need

to burn this boat

which brought us near,
there's no need
to leave this irreversible harbor,

or abandon the burdensome cargo
oppressing a way back home.