black-cherry-black: outlines objects
for those with night vision
I am cozy in its dark warmth
powder-blue-moonlight: stark relief
cooler gray shadows
night in the arbor lost-in-pink:
awake at first light
these are the deepest hues
breathe in
the petrichor
salty brine
lavender
© chagall ∞
The note of the birdsong lies solidly
suspended in the hollow of blue space.
The temperature of my body is precisely
the degree of the world enveloping me.
A simple brushstroke, tapered glyphs
weighty enough to have gravity, flutters.
About you I watch dusty particles dance
in light that is more than merely a halo.
Illumination.
© Chagall ∞
Alphabet City 