an attempt at imagining things i cannot imagine, and thus come up with very weird imagery

were you a night orchid,shadows on snow
white in the heart of summer,

i’d be the occasional screech of a barn-owl
over the dew in the meadow.

were you a bright firefly,
dancing like there’s no daybreak,

i’d be the silence of fir-trees,
stretching their arms into stars.

were you silver moonbeam,
piercing the clouds for this earth,

i’d be the tang of  snow, all in shadows,
on my way back into ground.

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