Wes Thomas via flickr
Snowflakes get caught in my eyes,
Leaving shining puddles behind.
I could cut off all ties,
But if I left what would I find?
This planet could consume me,
Swallow my soul and never let me go,
In that black abyss, could I see?
Then would I finally know?
Lights whirl in my head,
Colours that have no earthly name,
It’s not possible I’m dead,
With this haunting, teasing game –
Frustrating, confusing, bemusing,
It sends me on an endless chase;
I won’t know what I’m refusing,
Till at last I’m flying in outer space.
~ Ilana Reimer