A ballet - light - plot
Intro.
I’m a
predator as in shades of green,
a dreamer
into tints of red,
a light
head in need for blues.
Part one
That mental
satisfaction of
re-experiencing
colors and
lights;
events reinvented
by déjà vu.
Chorus
To make the
pleasure last –
-
Walking
in
slow-motion
-
Considering
going
backwards
and again
-
Repeatedly
twirling
Part two
Diving into
memories,
jumping in
remembrances.
A chocolate
box in the spotlight.
Spinach
green walls discontinued
by mixed
brown pink painted doors.
Chorus
To make the pleasure last –
- Walking
in slow-motion
- Considering going
backwards and again
- Repeatedly
twirling
Final
Surrounded
by hills,
Christmas trees
look a likes.
Black triangles
decorated with reflecting roofs
drowning in
the forthcoming night.
Landing raven in shivering tree limbs.
I’m wondering
if the last light will be mild lemon.
(*)Inspired
by the phrase “A mild lemon light rinsed the street”
from Humboldt’s Gift by Saul Bellow.
