A guiding principle. Brume, a lantern cleaving the gloom

A lone star craving for a place in a constellation

Once, I asked a friend to read my palms. She said:

"You will experience something picturesque"

Then, I set the sight beyond the roofs of the neighborhood

And in the blink of an eye I felt my soul converge with the azure heights

A dream, naif, I could envision it whole:

My world

The view from the window was

Good: Orion, Ursa Major, the Bull

Good halcyon days, when I could not think

Just fantasise when night and day meet

The more I wonder, the more I shrink

Oh, beloved nymph, tease me

Out of thought

Is this the life I used to dream of or...

...Am I venturing into the recondite parts of my mind?

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike