Turning the world into glass is an extraordinary aspect most people don’t know about. It is anti-matter and energy, it applies outcomes of old alchemy. It’s only visible when you are on the other side and it can set images and shapes on walls, faces, chairs and floors; reframing their edges and their being. The colour of grasslands in morning dew and our own human skin are one of the most magical things to put light through. It reveals dreams of early youth and very first love. But it will change quite often without you noticing.
I will stack our love letters on the bedrock as the pioneer vegetation. I will fix the countless days we made love in fine strips of grass reaching the sky. Big blue parts around your face as we swam naked; wherever we could we dived beneath the glittering surface…
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
The glass can stay forever in its soldered frames and so it will keep filling up our welded window. In many years it will probably be recognised by others, restored likewise into a shiny window once more.
Krzystow Writes 