fire birds

a dreary glare

breaks out 

through mystic spaces 

between us

a broken wishbone

an amulet to lure - all crooking light's

cold december dust 

whistling

like quivering leaves

and burning

like desert sands

the stone serpent alive like ghosts

where the river's current, fades out like memories

poignant provender 

of fiery seeds

the blackest of sorrows

a new grain 

from the earth

opening oak doors, ´

in silence

 

fall,

into the tide 

of a dream wave

winter deities,

to witness

elusive night visions

under neon shrouds, city passages 

that brought us

into one single place

- where we bend

to see some

fire birds.