Echo of Wings


in a splash of air
pleasure of her longing echoes
these evergreens deepening shadows
of these fragile snows fall
to their
knees

she is the last singer of new truths
unknown to men
forgotten by gods
and hand in hand
her trees own me between snow
as ash

and I am nothing but a brittle shadow
seen only by
a flight of birds
in the pounding echo
of their
rhythmic
wings


JP Pestana
Echo of Wings
1.31.2020

Between the Lines

in the dustiest of hard corners
in the tenderest of loneliest places
in the intersection of weeping blameless hearts
where the skyless sea shares nothing with me
circle the memories vivid and dim
forgiving and unforgiving
erase all traces of what you came to be
let the faintest shadows escape
to the saving place of shadows embracing
in the space of what might have been
but never was

JPPestana
Between the Lines
1.29.2020

JP Pestana <jppestana1@gmail.com>	9:32 AM (0 minutes ago)
to me

 Summons

when the wind beckons

he becomes leaf torn

from a branchless tree

searching the founding skies

and an answer 

buried only in the 

sounds of wind 

and her 

summoning

glow

jppestana

Summons

1.5.2020