fragments (the carnival of changes)

the night dismembers the truth limb from limb.

brakes it into multitude. the carnival

of unfamiliar things.

I must decipher them by the color,

sound, smell, taste….

the first tears of early October,

cold and bitter drops over

the pale bareness of my shoulders, over

the amber remnants of the last summer,

shivering beneath my feet.

soon to be frozen.

the memory of you  like a gray solitude

of the low sky, drowned in dark waters

of a lethargic river,

spiked by the winter’s breath,

trapped in the asymmetry

of distant tales.

you are the wind on my face,

entangled with my hair, invisible,

lonesome, fluid and destructive,

trapped in the memory of a kiss,

in the taste of the sea

on my lips.

…a bird drinks from the frozen puddle.

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya