…for martorell

It starts within a frame &

What is within the frame

Begins at the point

Where what was

Begins becoming.

Within each frame

Light, torn from the dark,

Spills into the light

Darkness has become,

Another form of light.

Within what surrounds each frame

Beginnings persist.  A red bed

Headboard, intention in embrace

With other shades of forest &

Rain. Or yellow & turquoise chairs.

In the eyes of a child, a path

Finds its way to the sea. Both are

Endless. The tongue, speaking

In hands, finds itself blossoming.

Paper flowers glow like pearls.

A collision of reflection

With impression shared

In fragments of glass,

Or mirrors. Or garden walls

The blue of a perfectly happy sky.

The heart of your shadow is green.

The shadow of your heart is also green &

The scent of gold

Follows your fingers,

Searching for crumbs.