i see a woman in white
standing sideways
between two pillars,
a flute sounds in the distance,
the blue skies are a tinge of grey,
and i want to hear the words she says,
she is incomprehensible
as she talks to the wind,
i am confused and full of dread.

it is like a scene
from a 60s surrealist film,
an ancient feeling in this moment,
the atmosphere is so old,
and mysterious by nature.

i ought not to be captivated so much
by these instances,
for where do they take me?
nowhere.

my heart is full of wonder,
wanting to lurch out my chest
from curiosity and desire.

yet a dove rests on my shoulder
kissing my neck gently,
he tells me to be calm.