Beginnings

Doors open        
what lay behind them?
                    doors close, are lives closed?

      see who is nigh      
who peers in the chalice filled with crimson      

Lines upraised      
                    taken together      
A pattern from chaos:  
Untrained, the eye cannot see  
Untrained, the hand knows not
                    when to stop
Untrained , The mind feeds on
                    the cries it hears        

Shivers undulate the forms,
ripples in the water
spreading from that
thrown away so carelessly

who would it be?
who can it be?
why should that happen?

                    Silence falls finally        
Takes the birds in one
fell swoop  .
Nothing  left behind        
not even a feather
                    fluttering
slowly down.