Real

Are you real?
I can see you
through a dark mirror
miles away

are you a scent?
are you a thought?

are you a melting candle
in a wooden cabin?
are you a wind
passing through the forest?

I can hear you
miles away

are you a cry?
are you a yell?
are you a yellow meadow of joy,
a velvet carpet of flowers?

I can smell you

In stillness of time I cage my thought
of flowers
of you
through the window
my kisses
travel away upon a song of mine

through a dark mirror
you are real
now


(from the collection "Inner Flood")