The crescent moon in pink gossamer pulled pebbled clouds through fire then littered them across the sky.
A lone gold and copper tern, a messenger, flies in a slow circle above.
I stand shivering in the stillness
Waiting for the first ray of Winter Sun,
The first touch, the first warmth of light.
Suddenly, all around me catches fire.
All around me plays of lights and shadows:
On the palm and pepper trees,
Along the branches of pines and cedars,
On quivering roses and eager mimosas
…But not me.
The earth has tilted.
Now he rises where I cannot see.
Unreachable beyond the Obstacle as am I.
Until the earth shifts a little more,
While time crawls on,
And has me begging please*
I remain in blue shade, longing for a first touch delayed.
* Tears in Heaven. E. Clapton