The Illusionist

with pink and gold you touch life
like the first squeeze of the mother's breast
when you are born
like your father's little finger placed in a child's palm
so that you would not be afraid
that life would swallow you up

green and blue will cover you
with a comfortable blanket of all emotions
in the safety of remembering a heartbeat
you will know the infinity of time

only in black and white time passes faster than it has to

white blinds you with its unattainability
and the black locks its cry from the lost sky
to all shades of desire of fallen angels

green is paradise and hope for healing
ocher and brown is the power of the land
from which this belief springs

and fire and wind like warm air
over the burning pyre of sacrifice
like a burning sunset kissing the Earth
it blazes with clear awareness, letting out its battle cry

it echoes to the crimson dawn
in a slightly purple veil of tender illusions

the greatest magicians must be grateful
for all the colors of the world
otherwise they would dissolve themselves
into the transparency of the air they breathe




published on November 18, 2022 on my VK profile