A FOOTPATH

A footpath of dreams

sleep housed you

by the riverbed

now sea voices of birds

in a chorus from the dunes
sing along the stones

outside your window

a brush of breezes

on the tall grass

off the sandy cape shore

winds wrap up our morning

in a landscaped favor

in the light of swans

near the ocean kayaks

by the juniper tree

departing all lamentations

a poet in the home harbor

nearby the family waters

writes his diary

on the port of call 

turning away from

the Venetian blinds

to awaken by the gates

of the city at first light

carrying figs, dates

pomegranates, dry fruits

Autumn welcomes us

our footsteps by sailboats

near eagles and swallows

by leaves on the branches

the wellspring mouth opens

a poet's words for the future.