All it takes

They tell me
A rip in a dark mood oozing tranquillity
Is all it takes
For a feather in a light breeze
To immitate a butterfly dance on dew-dressed grass
A pimple on a lake of innocence
To transform into a teardrop of pain sculpting the crystal vase of wisdom

Some say
A lullaby riding a thundercloud with rainbow reins
Really is a candle of rememberance
Amid an ocean of oblivion and forgetfulness
The will of the wind strengthening a climber’s grip
Is nothing but a child’s mirth
Echoing along the glaciers of sobriety

A naked soul
Levitating in the morning cold
surrenders
On the altar of lustful vanity
a lover’s touch beguiles

Those flowers
Growing up in back alleys
describe life going on without us
They tell me
the cradle of time is burning away
Is it why those wrinkles on the face of the moon
Are spreading outwards?

A linnet’s song and a cricket’s tongue
Usually compose a sad tune in Re minor
When I’m feeling blue
And all it takes –
To read between the lines -
Is a tapestry of light
The whisper of the water in an underground cave
A fjord caught in its spring awakening
All it takes
Is a memory of green in a polar ice vastness

…to find myself again.