Wednesday, September 12, 2012

blue flowers on a wall

world of dreams locked away
how to access those sacred places
palaces in huts
visible only after passing three doors
caves under caves, mountains in mountains
at the end of the corridor
a giant hall
crystal lights and silken curtains,
drawings on the wall, carvings, pillars
and behind that all a little secret door
fragrance of spring,
blue flowers on a wall
green hills and a river,
always alone there
no one to share,
no one to dare
silent and rare