fragments (Journey)

In your deadly embrace
I surrender,
I die…
…attracted, dissolved,
filtrated,
run underground….
until reborn and surfaced
in the cold creek
in the middle of night.
Naked… silver
in the light
of the local moon
carelessly suspended
in its fullness
from the dark corner
of sky…
Drops of water…
Wet trail left behind…
I run through the field,
no horizon…
Cold grass,
gift of the spring,
heal soles of my feet,
from the journey
through the minerals.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya