Silent Journey

The orange poem 
wanted to blunt the white 
moon, obliquely, 
 
liberating the sameness 
from the hands of 
twin souls. 
 
There was no invitation 
to jump from the immoral peaks 
when the fire broke out. 
 
A blue thorn 
in the flesh of a pink dawn 
explores the text of broken earth. 
 
Dust on dust 
writes a song of wings 
who would not take a flight.