Let the bird sing

Color pencil illustration by Noris Capin
(not finished)

I TREMBLE

 

I tremble at the fine line between the sky and the earth

and, somehow, its rather sad to observe the distance

between the sky and the earth without a tear.

All that passes through the eye of a needle comes

back to the original state of pure imagination, and stays

floating in the mind like a white feather of a bird.

How many friends have gone to heaven? How many

belongings have ended up thrown in a plastic container

for others to succeed?

How many time we had welcomed happiness and

instead a full load of sadness have planted its germ

in the soil of my soul?

 

noris capin