Cold Black

February 1994

Cold Black

The goose-cackle grinds to a halt as soon as I open the window.

Ice. Breath, Cool quietness and calm.

No more goose-noise now.

In my ears the traffic (constant hum).

My eyes softened by candles and incense on the air.

Into my place and time I welcome you.

Make it yours.

 

To you is goose cackle cold air incense light

To you is quietness.

To you is silence and is singing.

Pleased to be with you - can I surpass comfort?

The person I seek...

 

Rovers you and I - together?

Nomads tenting side by side

In common friendship.

Citizens of an other place.

“Move with me now” we say to each other.

“Come let’s go.”

A black night fiercely pretends outside the window.

But it’s full of you

And we laugh.