Cold Black
The
goose-cackle grinds to a halt as soon as I open the window.
Ice.
Breath, Cool quietness and calm.
No
more goose-noise now.
In my
ears the traffic (constant hum).
My
eyes softened by candles and incense on the air.
Into
my place and time I welcome you.
Make
it yours.
To
you is goose cackle cold air incense light
To
you is quietness.
To
you is silence and is singing.
Pleased
to be with you - can I surpass comfort?
The
person I seek...
Rovers
you and I - together?
Nomads
tenting side by side
In
common friendship.
Citizens
of an other place.
“Move
with me now” we say to each other.
“Come
let’s go.”
A
black night fiercely pretends outside the window.
But
it’s full of you
And
we laugh.
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