Ribbons

By Maija Liepins

Ribbons of light,

Trickles of gold and silver and yellow

And blue

Invading the shimmering shallow pools

Of our even deeper dreams

Like a sunset reflected

In a lake,

Like messages

Written in sand

Like the lingering touch

Of idle fingertips,

And the strength of

Something true,

It brings a feeling

Big but small

And dark purple

Comes crashing in again

Ribbons of dark,

Spirals of blackness and explosions of fiery Stars

Suggestions of our madness

Within ghostly reflections of

Secret dreams

Like the kisses stolen

In timeless early hours,

Like the music pulsing in our Souls,

Like the cracked dry Earth of

Someone's heart splintered

And in pieces,

It brings a feeling

Strong but silenced.

The pulsing shades of green

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