What are these flames hurled
through a divided world?
Wings descended
from a sculpture of invisibility
returned,
joining with the earth
in flowers that stir the wind.
Where will these blue and yellow embers unite in the explosion of the flight from their garden?
Children are feeling their way
in the suspension
of their uncovered laughter,
the lovers are absorbed
in the clothing of perpetuity,
the shadows set rushing rivers ablaze
in the brilliance
of their mute wake
against a sky
that wanders
kneeling
a little distance from the refuge of man.
Christo