Fragments Poem by Judith Vriesema

Thoughts splinter into dreams that are held by the prison of music.
Crystals fall and shatter into notes-
rainbows crossing the sky.
Elements converge into compositions.
Once more the cello steals my soul;
Notes plunge and swim the depths of memory.
Emotion and logic are held in the palm of my hand
as innocence and love collide with the wind.
In love,
one hears the laughter of leaves as they chase the mid-morning light.
The sagas;
these were legends that always wove the philosophy of your soul and somehow through convergence also mine.
I ran once into a snowstorm just to know the sound of my own footsteps.
On a reykjavik winter tommorrow,
I wrote your poem in the spirit of a snowflake.
I felt your heartbeat when the sea crashed into the cliffs.
Then,
the seagulls buried their heads into the strength of their wings,
and clung to the lights of the fishing boats that were running marathons to the shore;
always to the shore.
Blue wind;
the colour of your eyes enveloped my compositions
as grandmothers knitted sweaters and spoke of family sagas.
Spirits trip and fall into a whirwind of midnight stars.
Music creates.
Music creates the soul of so many tommorows.