"The brown in marooning"

opaque veil brown to blue
then back

pulls thru centre gravity
within that hidden
circle.

the you is novel; a dark shroud,

shrouded in its
blink: tight silk scarf eyes.

the feel darker still,

yet


soothing.
soothing air,

soothing lilt,
watching, forever watching

with scent-filled eyes
that begin their fill.

knowledge is the painting
from which they sip.


rustling summer leaves
sound her calling

warmth on fur grey,
majestic splendour in silence

is her note;
slip they do upon white

leaves many,

touch cool her whispers

in translation.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
9Aug03