A blue sky, no cloud in sight,
clear and cold the air,
it smells of snow
still, the wind is resting,
only the birds are gathering,
I hold my breath,
not to disturb this peace
Somewhere mountains are sleeping
under a soft white coat,
somewhere a desert
is proudly showing its face in full bloom,
as if the world were watching…
I breathe in this peace,
deeply, let it inside me,
it fills the void,
chases away the anxiety,
it feels good to cradle my thoughts
in this blue emptiness,
in the core of my soul
the echo of a thousand tiny voices,
birds chatting…
Angels, maybe…
maybe this day is cleansing me,
this perfect day…


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006