Hearts saturated with kind—
ness, a blindness of sorts, a for—
lorn affair, not able to touch the others’ core.
This matter is nothing we did.
I still swear I can see in you what is hid—
en, forbidden, and any door—
way leads, sealed, evermore.
On this side the winter holidays.
Through to the other, the amaz—
ing, quite blazing, path to sight—
ly skies, spring liquids, warmth of light.
S.A. Bort / 9 December 2014
image: Maia Spall