Unwillingly I travel,
in order to survive,
through memories that summon
There lies your winter coat
where we once lay our backs,
half buried in the falling snow,
rotting now among cones and needles.
The forest floor smells of burning pine
and silence is the sound of pounding
hooves or soft as the moon rising
In your kingdom of stars.
Excerpt from Gurkski’s ” Il me faut t’abandonne”
“Come dusk is when my mind walks out
from where I fence myself in,
my dark room of nightly delights where
I encounter her, my queen of all things blue
and we fight right from the start
To make me love her even more.
I place the hands of my heart to gather*
my hunting spirit, follow her footprints
into our forests of love and war.”