fire birds

dreary glare

through out mystic spaces 

between us

a broken wishbone

amulet to lure - all crooked light 

cold december 

dust winds

whistling, 

like quivering leaves

and burning

like desert sands

poignant provender 

of fiery seeds

with the blackest of sorrow

and desdain of the earth

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

through neon shrouds, city passages 

that brought us

into one single place

- where we bend

to see some

fire birds.