chagall backdrop

In time we find
though never lost
in trimmed gardens

The search alone
we sidle walls
flash furtive glance

In green maze
morning haze drops

The same each time
blurred roundabout
swirl dizzy spires

Endless breathlessness
tiring quicker
than yesternight

Out of rush of flame
comes desire

Sparkling cold
dense stars are lit
the air so thick

Like water we
drown

© Chagall 2014