My Verses

by Abel Abilheira

My poems
sometimes explode
like galaxies
they carry the hurried light
with its legendary speed
to the wells of despair

My verses
occasionally implode
like a supernova
swallowing the little matter
that gave body
to sanity

These stanzas of mine
are usually in the night sky
and let themselves go silently
with dying whistle
of shooting star brushing by
the atmosphere of this world