L'aura del Campo

Cold harmony & Past Amnesia

Knapweed no. 9 November 1, 2012 …because even a weed makes great honey

Cold harmony

We rode starlight, cold beams that pierced the blight, your inner light my only succor, Snowbite my trusted steed. I had no other need.

Songs beyond silence enveloped me. I became one with the night, calm in the glow of your crystalline ice. Blissful in the void, peaceful with the harmony of nothingness, devoid of distraction.

No action needed, it was enough just to be, you and me, melded before the melt of this treacherous orb sent us our separate ways. I prayed you were thankful for the eons we traveled as one, before time set us free.

crystal
cold harmony
melts away

© Kåre Enga [169.129] 31 October 2012

Past Amnesia

Black hole. In the spiral of the suck towards darkness we know nothing of who we’ll be at some other end. Black tunnel absorbing our light, emitting a voice, a thousand black screams, streaming towards us, a siren song.

I long for adventure, any excuse that will staunch the memory of pain, to forget beyond Amnesia, to remove what last remains.

But I can never forget you. You follow me down the stream of ions, meet me on the other side. We cannot die, Zmitri. We cannot die. You are my Muse. Yet to you, what am I?

two moons
past Amnesia,
sirens

© Kåre Enga [169.128] 31 October 2012

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