should the green share its domains with the white?
d’ye think crows care?
in their light-slicing flight
would it matter who has whose share?!
shall clouds ever part with their shadow by day?
would the sun pretend to not see
their floating lightness, either white, dark or gray
and turn them shade-free?
do falling stars wish upon their burn out
to reincarnate into something else, more mundane?
do time’s sands ever scream and shout
when some clot of clay gets stuck in their vein?
and if I actually knew those answers and more
in one blink of the eyes
would it matter that I’m but a wrecked ship on life’s shore
and not someone wise?
© Liliana Negoi