Like the fear of stars
and the glow of white
among the colors of emptiness.
Falling down with a slender beauty
towards the high sky
entangling without breath.
Encircling like a carousel
more scary with every move
the dizziness hits.
Choking with its own breath
woven into a spider’s web
bound by a painful stab.
Open in the abyss of colors
clenched in its soul
pulsing like a heart.
Feeling just cold
and echoing somewhere
they slam into the door.
Closed in its soul
clenched in the abyss of black
pressed in pulsing wilderness.
Left, only alone
in the circle of light
not reaching, blinded.
They don’t cause dizziness
now a colorless silence
left in the cool white.
© W. Donovan
Painted Poems 