Last lights

 
Last lights
of a sun
that links the world,
of a sun that is
in my soul.
Where the eternal
is a second
and is continuous
light of my dawn.
Where haste
is disarmed
and nothingness
is no longer nothing,
because ineverything
she rests.
I feel it
that way
and there clings
my hope
and will remain
that flame,
in the subtle
of every breath
that will burn
in warm flame.