It’s snowing outside,
But you don’t look
The embers give warmth
But you don’t feel.
Inside of this side,
It feels cold
It’s not the snow
It’s because you don’t look.
Stray words dissipate ,
You don’t hear them.
A strident voice speaks on
I wish you’d reprove.
You suddenly smile,
But you’re turned the other way.
Again I look,
And you’re not there.
This is my retreat
Into a gamut of colours,
Where circles are drawn
And no pillars stand.
Lurking outside the circles
are little stars
I reach out to them
And gradually they lose light.
In a spurt of wakening
They are suddenly closer
Lighting up a new world
That I’m scared to enter.
Stumbling and fumbling
My world does a crazy dance
A torrent of thoughts
Are whirling with the wind.
Eventually, it’s only you and me
In ecstasy.
