Burning....

The burning candle lit up the void between Canzonetta and her soul. The mellow yellow light magnified the untrodden darkness. Alacrity of the flames to embrace life made escape impossible for her. The invincible solitude impatiently awaited destruction.
Canzonetta cringed for one last time. Since eternity she has been running – running away from the storm. Today she is prepared to find the tempest before it swallows all that is left inside. The fear was not of losing herself, it was the fear of knowing herself in totality, of shedding the last layers of shield that was desperately clinging on. She was scared of facing Canzonetta in her crude bare self ,Canzonetta naked without the drapes of shame , lie, fear, pain, conscience, right ,wrong, just, unjust, pity, anger, desperation…
Her soul knew the answers but it remained subdued. Canzonetta denied its existence. But now the time has arrived when she dissolved into her soul and they emerged into a world that is new. A world that is beautiful.
A bird flew past her. It had one wing. Canzonetta closed her eyes. Was there freedom in incompleteness?

the sun had already set....

Found a dead butterfly on my way home. Picked it up, gently wrapped it up with tenderness, love and a few drops hope.
It didn’t fly away.
It didn’t stay.
The blue in its wings decayed and fatigued finally turned grey.
I wanted to paint it green.
It started snowing. The trees were white. The empty road was white. The sky was white.
Was I white too? Don’t know for sure. I couldn’t see me.
The spell was broken.
I let it slip away into the depths of the ocean.
The sun had already set.