correspondences

I see ships crossing oceans
I hear footsteps
falling

I see striated seasons
I feel tides
shifting

I see trouble waiting
I hear echoes
stillness

I see shadows of nothing
I hear whispering
silence

I see myself opposite
I inhale omens
lost

I see crowds of absence
I taste bitterness
grief

I see birds crossing skies
I hold the invisible
wingless