chagall backdrop

Drums
syncopated bass
crazy trills
somewhere
in-between the beat

Hitting heights
beyond the wuthering

Let me rub you
up and down
my Cathy

We race downhill
hyper-ventilate
along the moors

never breathed air
so cold
so pure
so crisp
alive in a moment
that’s framed
in amber

did I mention
I love you
for all eternity?

the look on my face
is stoic
perhaps

but it’s truly
timeless

let me end here
in casual
arabesque

can I phrase it
any simpler?

Fog rolls in
and I’m confident
that tomorrow
brings the sun

© Carlos Chagall, 2013