Change, a white wall, with a door.
A sign, something written, a mark
deteriorated, for ages, illegible.
A warning, description, a guide?
Will you do, a next step, be afraid?
Not knowing, immobilized,
or unabashed, and open, forget.
Are you afraid of the unknown
or afraid of standing still?
We clear the atmosphere
and set course to other worlds
our long sleep last ages
but for us, it’s just one dream
from our bridge, we see the new world
when we wake up from our sleep
It’s blue from up here
when closer, land does appear
we set down and wander out
just the two of us
all alone in this new land with an apple tree
Two worlds recede
the vacuum feeds
pulls two masses
The entrance is hard to find
between the overgrowth
of the forest we walk through
and entered all these years ago
The red stands for blood
that runs through our construct
the black, and white our views.
The red is what we spill
our construct wants to rule
we are, black and white.
A storm is going on.
I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.
The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside
the wind, roof and trees play their song
getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.
The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,
the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.
A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.
On a morning where the world still sleeps,
and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.
I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,
where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.
The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.