You come in the night
Appealing, touching
In black and white
Invisible to the eye
White flower
Burning like a rose
Hope transparent
In the blue
There – at hand
You whisper
Lines ever-new
Like fresh prayers
Maybe
Still to be enjoyed
In the mind
Felt in the body
Rebus:
Your nature calls for
A hundred visions
And revisions
Like an enchanter fleeing
You hide
Behind the invocation of
A song.
(January 10th, 2008)
