The mosaic tiled ceiling, the gleaming glass windows
Where from now we should step in? Where to end up?
Peaked roof against the backdrop of green mountains
Natural light coming through the openings, sit on our face.
The glinting of sunlight measures everything to make life worthwhile
Where do we go to spur our growth? Will it be only form and line?
A bird in flight over the vast plains below the smooth hills
Light and shadows unfazed, sift throughout the day.
We come closer, shake our hands and whisper in silence
Can we go up further and further? Can we do it all too soon?
We are served in a large ceramic bowl of lentil soup
Warming up inside, plunging deep into our soul.
Fabrics in the shade of green and terracotta as if an wired mesh
We look into each others’ wide eyes on the shining glass skin.
Timber frames pile up, skylights glow, windows all around
Is this the time to comingle our roots in the dark underground?