a new legend

The deep passing shadow of the gondola

Slides against the blind

And takes away my dreams

To the nether world

Guided by the gondolier

On the waters of the night.

The stars have slowly fallen in heaps

Above the horizon of that world

And find themselves reflected 

In the doubled croissant moon

They lay there scintillating

Swaying to the sweet tempo

Of the invisible breeze

That carries a swarm of blue butterflies

And in a binding moment

They  attach themselves to a star

And there behold a flower is born.

Meanwhile the moon hovers above us

In this green sky

And in an inane stretch to grab it

The gondola sways and rolls the dream away.

Why is it that the desire of possessing

Even transient beauty drives us to destruction?

Why is silent contemplation of beauty   not enough for us?

©L. Bailliet 16/01/12