Can you even solve a single riddle
Of life’s inscrutable mysteries,
Before it escapes, like a runaway bride,
Into the midnight sun?
You have crawled through the marshes
Of your existence, met dragonflies as heavy as rocks,
Yet not once, have you been able to hitch a ride.
Bright days are blind
To the night, to darkness
Stumbling in between stars,
And trees hiding their barrenness
Behind palms of wildflowers.
Where are we to hide our fears
In such shadowless days?
Love speaks with many different words.
Sometimes in a language that seems altogether foreign to us.
And it might take us an entire lifetime to understand
Its meaning.
Another coast whispers in blue
And in the awakening swirls of fog
A butterfly whirls into my creased vision.
It ignites and burns out, ignites and burns out again,
Ignites…and everything feels light as though
A journey is about to begin.
Even the brightness of the snow
Has given up against Night.
Only a trail of iced footprints
Is left to reflect the stars.
My life in the distance,
Flickering inside a hand
On a stormy night.
The song of the trees,
The whistle of the sea…
Thoughts without image
Pouring into my imagination,
Following the trail of Orion,
Or just a path of mouse paws
On the snow.
