Black Springs
Between grey boulders, hidden, are black springs--
so black they appear blue.
Higher up the mountain,
sometimes covered in sunlight,
sometimes darkened in shade,
are the black springs--
so black they appear blue.
At night, within starry skies,
clouds slowly travel through over enormous mountains,
and so, under moonlight, appear the black springs--
so black they appear blue
where small bacteria sizzle away,
dyng like a dying fire
while a woodsman slips into sleep.
At the summit, a car's chain-incased tires
clutch the snow-white- town's winding roads.
Life continues on, life inside life,
and we'll meet in town to go to the black springs--
so black they appear blue--
where a white moon is reflected in,
and with talk of our dreams.
