From the Cycle Heraklion

When I left the city, Or was it the city that left - but I took the core of it with me. The axis of the earth. The pupil of the eye. I remember I put my heart next to your being. In a chest woven with azure, With my eyes , fixed in different places at the same time I was kissing the sun. The swing of time quickly passed, And lying in the warmth of my thoughts about you, It seemed I was immortal.