I am covered in Dawnlight
My snow boots deeply sunk into the night
And sun melting the icicles in my hair.
I fill my pockets with blue crisp stars
And lift myself into your arms.
But when I try to show you the light in my pockets
You see nothing but the beauty of my skin
Tanned by summer days.
And when I dance, I dance alone
With the moon singing in my thoughts.
Hiding behind your busy words
There is a silence:
A rendering of deep forests covered in snow
And oceans, glazed over by winter,
Where neither swans or magpies
Can reach you.
This is the raw earthlight in the winter twilight:
A dusty burn, murky blue,
The shadow of a night bird
On patches of snow.
Dreams and melancholy colliding
With frozen cobwebs.
A heart stumbling in between sturdy tree trunks
Looking for stillness and consolation
Nailed to the sky with silver bolts,
Stilled of flickering but burning bright
In the quiet of winter nights,
Promising a dance partner
Made of stars.
Last night my soul walked barefooted
Amongst stars and left a sketch of wingspan
On my heart.
But today when I woke up it was shrouded
In thick morning mist.
So I had to take my life for a walk to the sea
To see it reflected there on bouncing
Silver currents heading towards land.
In the feathered sound of the sea
I heard a glimmer of myself
Dancing with someone else
Behind a blue veil of years and distance
An unchiseled memory carved
By the tips of wings rose in the shadow
Of the sun.
I am leaning against the pale November sun.
Longing towards the blue crests of sea.
My thoughts sinking into the twilight.
I hang one of them on the bluish black sky
Lighting the way into the Eveningland.
Among stars it disappears.
But it will still be there shining
For no one in particular,
Long after I am only a shadow drifting
Like smoke on the wind.
