Black And White

[Guest guest]

You were the colour of smoke

once…

when I was a dream of lucidity and

You were a heron

flying

so dangerously close,

 

And

I touched Your wings

with

my last breath

as green ice petals

melted

in the deep blue morning,

 

the death angel praying darkly

hovering

unsure

and we became butterflies in

holy amazement,

when

the dragons of time settled down

into the rocks

and sea,

and the sea

returned to infinity,

 

we rested

and somehow became a dot of black, of white

and these dots

stretched into horizons

and these horizons became stripes

 

blurring in the distance,

 

fleet-footed on our zebra feet.

 

 

 

 

YIL,

Anna

9/14/06