Greyscale Air Poem by Judith Vriesema

Greyscale Air



Greyscale;
shadows and light
fall
in rhythm through whisps of fog;
light carrying each transparent ribbon of thought;
love trailing an indescribable silent moment.
Your smile captures itself in grey and white
through
a convex lens
encircling black and white rainbows.
Waiting for a whisper
that will forever carry each moment with you,
seashells dream within a womb of warm golden sand.
Stolen by time,
dandelion stars fly through time
creating a canvas of life;
their words carried by a sky-blue wind.
Pine trees hold their breath
in dreams of greyscale rainstorms
while
fevers of heat and cold meander
like summer streams
through a globe of raindrops.
Your sigh dries my tears.
And
twilight dreams gaze through veils of silence
where
conversation loses gravity.
Day -time glimmers of morning light want for nothing but love.
Late afternoon clouds
collide
with dream-filled moments of words
that chase long held written summer poems;
shades of grey and white.
Windchimes of aqua and blue sea glass
echo
the dance of your words;
each syllable a preface to a fragment of light
and
your laugh
that echoes across the landscape of cliffs and sea.
Was einstein right?
Maybe bach can dance with the poet.
And time
can climb through backwards sunsets
intersecting the past and the moment
while
autumn leaves chase reverse spirals of wind;
brightly coloured ribbons of ivy that weave a love and a life.

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