Built from great constellations and long forgotten rivers br I give you my restless poems without regret. br Yes it’s true that I’ve been on the move lately br and have little time to talk. br What can I say br but that from this day forward, br I can only promise you vague dreams br and curious facts. br Yes, I keep moving, thats understood, br but please tell me something, br from which ocean did you arrive, br was it during summer? br or after a winters storm? Was the moon out that night? br My restless longing needs to know these things. br My thirst grows toward oblivion; br I need to feel the ocean move towards the shore. br I need to watch the stars so none go missing. br I need to keep learning about roses br and things until I know absolutely nothing at all. Really it’s true, br and it’s not my fault that I live without a compass br and that my love grows wildly in no particular direction. br Will you excuse me now, as I put distance br between you, me and this poem.