Clear and cold the night,
arms open wide,
inviting …
I step inside her heart
Far away a dog is barking,
the faint cough from a cow,
a twig breaking beneath my feet…
tiny shadows rustling through the bushes,
ferrets, startled by me,
the intruder…
As I sit down quietly
and merge with the night,
fade away inside her womb
her soul is taking mine by the hand…
Above the moon is smiling,
watching my tiny fire
burning another part of my life,
case closed,
joy and tears melt into ashes,
smoke swallows past mistakes;
no memories,
nothing visible or touchable
at least,
to remind me…
and the smoke forms a new shadow
in the whispering night,
the wind blows it to the north,
south, west and east
like the spirit of peace
rising from a Cherokee pipe


Sybille (Sydney)Krivenko GISC2052924 2007