The stars wrapped
into heavy clouds,
erased by the darkness
into invisibility.
Silence slips
through the crevices
of the broken chimes,
runs with the wind,
breaking the peak of the sound.
Fluidity of melodic waves,
wishful whispers...
Black silk of the night
draped the pine tree.
The form reminds me
of a spacecraft:
powered, trembling with impatience,
ready to depart for a long journey
on my mark.
…I hesitate…
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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