Black against whitest white

Blackest feather floating on velvet winds breathing breath of winters’ deep.

Snow hills frozen in a pantomime of time behind the surreal dreamland mystique.

 Elegant graceful feather compassionately yearning,

 laying its quills upon the breezes uplift blows, twisting in its turning.

Kissing, I passionately kiss the black feather in flight,

embracing its shadow’s shape against the groundscape white.

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Only my mind’s eye makes love to its heart’s emotional array,

Mind’s eye moist with the sands of time’s ghosts,

raining down, raining down in motions so slow,

on the living winter way’s fractured frames in display.

Winter days reflecting my soul’s swirling sky’s beautiful movements,

black against whitest white, on white mountain maze.