I saw the dark pillars and boles
And my body was darker than normal.
Fire apples were hanging
from the leafless trees
and the breath tasted
like searing fragrance.
I was in this burning forest
as far as my evanescent mind flies.
The forest remembers everything,
the first raindrop that kissed me
and missed me forever,
the second cloud that rained over me
and stained me forever,
the third drizzle that danced with me
and replaced me forever,
the fourth lightning that struck me
and shocked me forever,
the fifth flood that drowned me
and crowned me forever,
the sixth river that washed me
and baptized me forever,
Then I saw a white little angel
holding her magic wand,
wearing, the cutest smile
and few ephemeral snowflakes.
She was an ethereal moon
set aflame in a tragic sky.
I know she is on the other side of the fumy river
But I am still waiting like a phoenix who outlived nine ravens.
And I know she is the seventh spring that will transform me
and dissolve in me forever….
Originally Published in 'The Silver Birch Press', Los Angeles on the 2nd June 2021. Thank you so much Melanie.