Dark Poetry

A beginning

Deep peace is surrounding me

Peace knowing I acted

Hope encloses me

Strong as a rainbow after the storm

Forward I look

Where children laugh on damp lawns

Birds of passage go by in great formations

The air filled with fine rain, the breath becomes visible inside

Under the feet the forest ground cracks

Unicorns venture out, grazing on a meadow nearby

A gurgling creek attracts me

And I squat at its edge

Cost its water

Delightfully sweet and healing its medicine

Ancient stones tower up

Set up in a circle so that they can talk

Leaning I listen to the meaning

As ants crawl through

Tow their fodder to the clearing

Where the centaur is standing solemnly

His upper body‘s skin shining in the moon’s light

The spear in hand to protect the place

It is the beginning

Arrived on the other side

Of the holy bridge.

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de