Sinking into the ooze
that crept along the river bank
(and trapped our feet
and stole our footprints)
I followed in your footsteps
treading only where you tread
safe in the shape
your big foot made
I place my little foot
unafraid.
“Shhhhhhhh! ” you stopped – with a
sudden sucking sound that said: “See...! ”
I looked and saw
a flash of incredible blue
that could only be
the colour of a dream
come alive
in someone’s eyes.
Kingfisher and prey
disappearing into a tree
made more green
by what I’d seen.
My footprints
frozen in your footprint
both of us lost
iIn a dream
of the bluest blue imaginable
as the river flew by
laughing to itself
as if it had created it
reflecting everything that had
come to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the color of a dream come to life' says it all for me...love come to life...