Ela Solan

last time in my dream I was a white horse kneading the land with the hooves behind a white powder ascended to the sky obscured by silence what a strange falling now I’m not dreaming I am

this is about me living in the blind side sitting there waiting for some major event to spell me out inside is a cloudy silence between us dark is leaking around from your wall and I plea for

I’d prefer a light from my wardrobe this morning because I see everything through a shadow since you left the light would help me cover the simplicity of my journey between the borders of this bad

I don’t know how to do this how to avoid blue-shadowed bodies coming out from sea my sand is cold and wet because of their leaking voices my sand is crawling all over me watching them through my

I’ve been here before holding this salty taste of fear on my tongue I endure two burning stones under my feet making me walk like a drunk each time people keep distance avoiding my eyes each

you said you\'d never look back and you never did our last day together you took my hand and let me enter your secret place at the beginning there was dark and fear then I met this little

put your light around the arms / of the sailors and their boat / when the sea would try to harm / not the people but their lord / put your arms around the light / of the nameless who could heal / all