Before Dawn, when the earth is still ensconced in its memories of midnight
Fragmented, I pick up pieces of myself to make an arc, to make the world
Let there be spaces in your Togetherness
Cold fire burning and the wheels keep on turning
When the undulations of our reveries are tinted in color and the sun peeps into our dreams at midnight..
Like the wind basking in a field of mustard, my mind basks in yellow..everywhere it turns there are only a million shades of yellow…
Just black and white is never quite right, it’s in the realm of the greys that the answers stay!