I sail away;
There isn’t an anchor
To keep in place
This that no longer has one;
No harbor can contain
The ship, that’s turned
Into the storm, by which
It was all but devoured;
/
I take with me my ghosts
To sing me lullabies
When I cross the horizon
Into the night;
And I take with me my cargo
Of memories,
Which will not slow me now
With their heaviness;
/
I leave for you to play with
Three souvenirs:
My shape, my voice and the name,
By which you knew me;
Maybe, in my stead
You’ll love them unsuspectingly
Or curse them, perhaps, when you sense
That there is something missing;
/
Mine is a cruel joke,
Isn’t it?
Mine is a heartless test
Of your heart;
I do not ask you to forgive
But to laugh with me;
To pass or fail,
But to do so honestly;
/
Trust that
For you I wait
At the horizon
Eternally