The paints began to tremble,
A mountain loomed from the canvas,
With flames burning the white linen,
Dragonflies – pink and amber –
– covered the shores of the white desert.
A plume of lava flooded the glaciers,
Your fingers kept out the arid
Knocking my eyes and the windows.
You climbed hundreds of hues up
Just to descend for a second
And climb thousands of shadows again
As you wandered along a sharp edge
Toward my lighthouse –
On flat ground, close to water.
I caught you in tempera,
Stole the world as it was
Before our dreams,
prior to civilizations…
(“Voler” & “Astrak” paintings by Sara Maino)