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Seven shades of snow


Faraway... in the light of bursting stars
you are the silhouette.
When moonbeams angle in
you leave neon footprints in snow
like a firefly, dripping light.
I touch the tree. I feel the texture of the bark.
Piano music. Noise in the telephone. Tinkling of glass... far away.
In the remotest corner of the  universe, we swim.
Galaxies swirl around us, splash upon us.

Tattered thoughts, like tattered clouds.
30000 feet above earth, they are the quiet sentinels of the sky.
Like some long forgotten ancestor race.
They read my thoughts as I gently blow these away
across the double-glass window of the airplane.
Just one thought turning, in the space between the panes.
Like a trapped sparrow, which I had captured as a child.
I wanted to see it up close. But mother chided me
and told me to set it free, which I did.
My thought was like that scared bird, and it had the form of you
my vagabond child, scared moonlight, venus of golden heart.
There are so many things you would never understand
But I know that grass smells sweeter
and snow has seven shades of color,
when I have that thought.


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