Comets and stars
flowers and trees
smell of the last rain
here –
(but where do the angels stay?)
today
I don’t feel like being
anywhere else – but here –
never-but-now
I see a long road of mirrors
but in some of them nothing reflects
In one I see myself
breathing in the last rain
suddenly drawing another blossom
on a sudden sheet of paper –
somewhere between you and me or beyond
there’s a strange little cell
where we shall meet one day
It’s invisible
and all, all gets big there
I think of you my friend
at a mad home evening
after a mad tea-party
here –
18.10.2001
Mad Home Evening inspired by Harvest Rain
© Copyright: Salamandrina, 2004
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