fire birds

dreary glare

through out mystic spaces 

between us

a broken wishbone

an amulet to lure  ´

that crooked light 

cold december 

dust winds

whistling, 

like quivering leaves

and burning

like desert sands

poignant provender of wandering souls

opening oak doors, ´

in silence

 

fall,

into the tide of a dream wave

winter deities,the secret garden had eyes 

to witness wisdom

elusive night visions

neon shrouds, city passages 

that brought us

into this one single place

- where we bend

to see some

fire birds.