Ode

Beyond the door of dream lies a calling letter:
I found, in the Sufi sea, my second river
Where the memory of Ophelia floats
Like a vision-boat
Upon the undulations of your Ode,

And the seagulls trace your violet name
To guide the drifting wishes
Toward your silhouette.

So distant but you are
That dreamy prayer,
And the fibers crossing oceans take turns
Bringing the light of your soul
Closer to the meeting points
Consecrated by the World.