
he woke early at 5 am
what was it all about?
overnight snow affecting
his dreams?
his muse sending messages?
whatever.
he looked at his mail
did not wish to sneak back
into bed again.
so – he admired her latest
creations
all about distance –
never meeting planets
on different orbits
passing exploratory missions
avoiding collision at times.
he liked her paintings
scissor cuts
drawings
precious web of emotions
depicted
falling like snowflakes
from ice-blue skies.
as he paused he thought
about love and eros
pain and anguish
sleepless nights
drinking hemp-tea
cooling down his innermost
emotional world
flaring up at times
like fermented drink’s foam
overflowing one’s cup.
the cup of wishes that hadn’t
passed his lips yet.
waking.gnikaw
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
precious web-emotions
falling like snowflakes from the skies…