Alien stork
refused by nesting chimneys,
alone and hatched of non-existing eggs;
arrived too early, leaving yet so gently,
like the warm memory of a bed…

And on, and on,
so coloured yet so glassy,
unseen, yet beaten and unstrained,
no clouds, just water-bending sorrows,
like a forgotten empty rain…

No crimson banner, purple stairs,
another castle dries unwanted;
I feel a morning on my cheek,
like an encounter, long departed…