Float on the paper
an idea
or two
dark strokes of concious
and unconcious dreams......
a dance of all concepts
arrange on blank pages
whatever i waited
i waited for ages.....
i fold the page
then just let it fly
with a thrust of my hand
sent it in the sky.....
angles and lines
curves and dots
all words and spaces
swirl down on this canvas
so gentle and fragile
~creation complete?~
it falls on the ground
the sunset pours light
and it all ends
the wish of a flight.....
~Thoughts were dark,
the light pushed them back,
the ground embraces them
and the paper ignites
dimming what i wish to clear
dark is in me
but lights
are near~
