The Beautiful Corridor

Fragrance from your flute Wafting in the air Powder of morning in your hair Robins in their throat In your smile clouds float Here and there Golden alphabets stare The river flows on Sprinkled sun melts in water Inflammation grows in laughter Rush roar race reel recur Empty boats wait for life Stories seek a soft chapter Your shadows grow longer Polka dots on your blue shades Tiny airy footfalls on grass blades Pleasure returns in white sails Boats are astir in water Ripples and jingles join them In the spread of the blue jays’ wing A blue and white game Sinking sun sprinkles softened sparkles Dream like little orange splashes Infinity in your eyelashes Gradually unfolds the time of musk Whether in shacks or in palaces Whether in love or in malice Sometimes a full moon Sometimes a dark lagoon Somewhere the stories in a glowworm fire Somewhere in a sparkling dagger Until the eyelids are heavy in the weary night Descending into the cleansing dark For another daylight ________________________________________ 15/02/2017