I, Enigma

I am...

standing still in my screaming existence 

like a cry arrested in time and calm passing in a flash of light;

burning like the sands but still on the outside

like waving flames in a cool embrace;

veiled in the distance, my raining eyes are loud.

I am...

lightsome in blinding brightness,

but still in the dark, wishing may there be a book of life;

stagnant in dreams, unsinkable, floating in reality.

I, Enigma © Ladanseuse