from a pale

almost watery yellow

to the richness of

dusty old gold

                 flowers

                      or maybe just spirits

                                   ideas or hopes

 

will find themselves

forever entangled

in the most fluid dance

           between concentric

                                         and

                                                 tangential circles of light

 

 

angels embraced by

their own fragile wings

were spreading around

the lightest violet cast

over tormented souls

as they sung

hymns of glory

to celebrate

                the peace and stillness

                               of an enchanted

                                      and forbidden joy

 

 

as I was painting

just random feelings

I rhetorically asked myself

 

which color is sound

and

   which one is smell

      which one is the eternal love

and

   which one is no more

       than just peaceful abandonment

 

 

an avalanche of colors

took over my life

as I willingly exiled myself

to an island

of total and profound stillness

 

until the moment when

the bluest sky

I ever knew

without much warning  

gathered dark threatening clouds

of worry and fear

 

 

that very minute

I knew

the day has just run out

             of peaceful sounds

                    of heavenly smells

                            and comforting joy

 

 

I never since

painted again

 

— Petra Vlah