Blue of the First Hours

Poem by Désirée Jung

Blue of the day’s first hours

Light touch on the body’s soul

Imagine being completely alone

Even if nobody can be completely


Feel the void stretching out life 

traversing waters, their strange

sounds, chimera of flowers

desirous to live entirely

throughout all eternity.

Who never stared at time

with a discontent gaze

hazing to avoid knowing

anything about that. 

May I have the humility

to re-cognize the limits

of the bodies, of nature’s force,

determining that I transform

every part of my perceptions. 

The falling of petals, the revealed truth

of the wrinkles superimposing the youth

of the image, idealized, re-fined

by a pathway of mirages.