the long night, deliriously
tight, wraps comfort
over my eyes… .
a violin, broken strings,
silenced in the cocoon.
…rest, death, resurrection… .
a fiddler counts the notes
in the raindrops, counts the time in the rainbows,
humming a song over
the milky mist of transformation… .
I count the salty sand
on the bottom of the ocean.
the lost strings ring
in the waters.
I swim… .
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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